The wind on the top floor blew gently.

The sound of piano practicing came from someone's building in the distance, intermittently.

Luo Qiao glanced at her father: "Dad, it turns out you are still the old fox. Nothing can be hidden from your eyes."

Luo Zhensheng deliberately made a fierce face: "What are you talking about? Looking down on your father? Don't think that your father and I are really dead now. Let me tell you, I have not been in vain these past few decades."

"I know."

Luo Qiao muttered something in a low voice and looked at the vegetable seedlings in the flowerpot in a daze.

It has not been easy for Luo Zhensheng in the past few decades. He started all the Luo family's business alone.

Luo Zhensheng waited for a while, but when he saw that Luo Qiao still didn't speak, he didn't ask her, so he took out his mobile phone and continued playing by himself.

When Luo Qiao saw it, he put down the hand holding his chin and tried to snatch his mobile phone, but he turned aside and dodged it.

Luo Qiao stamped his foot in annoyance and complained: "Dad, do you have any sympathy at all? People are so annoyed, and you are still in the mood to play games."

"Who said dad has no sympathy?" Luo Zhensheng looked innocent, "If it weren't for keeping you company, do you think I would be here to have fun? Isn't the sofa at home more comfortable?"

Luo Qiao pouted, turned his head angrily and sulked.

It is getting dark, and a lavender mist has gathered on the horizon in the distance, as if to indicate the good weather tomorrow.

Interrupted by Luo Zhensheng, Luo Qiao suddenly felt that his mood was not as depressed as before, and things did not seem so bad.

Looking at the tender vegetable seedlings in front of him, he could vaguely smell the fragrance of dinner in his nose, and Luo Qiao couldn't help but think of his mother again.

Since moving here, Meng Xinxin has not gotten sick again.

Not only did she not get sick again, her mental state also improved a lot, and she often showed a satisfied smile.

Occasionally she would tell Luo Qiao: "The luckiest thing in my life for mom is marrying your dad. Although our family's financial conditions are not as good as before, our happiness is not bad at all. At least your dad has more time to spend with you."

Me. I found that it is a very happy thing to cook carefully for the one you love and watch him eat with satisfaction. My mother didn’t understand this in the past and always refused to go in because of the heavy smell of cooking fumes in the kitchen. From this point of view,

The collapse of the Luo family is not a bad thing."

Lojo couldn't help but sigh.

"Dad, I suddenly felt that my mother is really a happy woman. Her condition can be stabilized, it must be the result of your invisible enlightenment."

"You're not angry anymore?" Luo Zhensheng's eyes gradually became sharp as he looked at Luo Qiao, "What about you? Are you unhappy?"

"Dad, what do you think of Nangong Huang?"

Lojo finally worked up the courage to get to the point.

"Do you want to hear the truth?"

"I want to hear the truth. Whether the truth is true or not, I will listen."

Luo Zhensheng looked at Luo Qiao's expression as if he was resigned to death, shook his head slightly, and said slowly: "Okay, I'll tell you the truth. This kid is capable, but he's too thoughtful."

"Too much thought? What do you mean?"

Luo Qiao pouted and looked at Luo Zhensheng, waiting for his answer. She felt very unhappy. She didn't like hearing others say bad things about Nangong Huang, even if the person speaking was her father.

Luo Zhensheng glared and said, "Why are you looking at dad like this? I don't necessarily mean it in a derogatory way, I mean he has a lot of things hidden in his heart and a lot of thoughts."

"That's pretty much it."
Chapter completed!