He suddenly turned his head and was surprised to see An Hao standing behind him, a smile on her curved lips.
"Why are you here?" An Shuchao asked.
"The street is crowded, I was afraid you might get lost. It's a bit dark at the other end of the road, and I was worried about you." An Hao said softly.
"It's fine. I'm not a child anymore, you don't have to worry so much about me." An Shuchao said, touched.
Since An Baoguo returned, he sold the family's two houses and land, and everything else, to pay off An Baoguo's debts.
This changed An Hao's attitude towards him, not as good as before.
An Ping had also criticized him.
During those days, although the daughter hadn't been harsh on him, both of them felt as if something was stuck in their hearts.
Today, the daughter suddenly returned to her former gentle self, which moved An Shuchao for a moment.
"Worrying about these things isn't simply a matter of wanting to or not." An Hao blinked at him, a faint smile appearing on her face.
