"This kid..."
Old Li's deep voice held an unconcealable amusement and understanding. He pulled his gaze from the door and let it fall on his wife's face.
Their eyes met, and in each other's gaze, they clearly saw a reflection of a shared, unspoken indulgence, along with a hint of that indescribable feeling that "a daughter, once grown, won't stay home for long."
Xu Chan found her husband's gaze rather amusing. She reached out and gently patted Old Li's knee. "Alright, alright. And you were just pretending to be so serious a moment ago."
Her tone was gentle. "Just let her be. Aren't all kids like this at her age?"
Old Li didn't say anything else, merely turning his gaze back to the television screen. But the corners of his mouth kept uncontrollably creeping upward, and he finally chuckled under his breath, "Tsk, the older she gets, the worse she is at hiding things..."
