Although she was bad, she wouldn't dare to be as bad as Shen Dongli!
Mr. Hai looked at Hai Ling'er, unsure of what to say.
He said, "I'll go and cook; it'll be ready soon."
"I'll help you!" Hai Ling'er stood up.
Though she hadn't cooked for several years, seeing her father busy now, she couldn't help but assist him.
She was afraid, afraid that if she didn't help now, she might never have the chance in the future.
Mr. Hai looked at his daughter in surprise, "What's strange with you today? Did you do something wrong outside? Got scolded? It's okay, no matter what mistake you made, just correct it properly."
"Is correction really useful?" If all mistakes could be like errors in exercises, easily erased with a rubber, how wonderful would it be?
If that were the case, she definitely wouldn't be as high-flying and far-reaching as before, nor would she desire things that weren't meant for her. Maybe now, she would be living better than anyone else.
