She lowered her eyes to look at Jing Shasha, touched Jing Shasha's head, and her gaze was filled with pain and pity, "My poor Shasha, having a father who acts like he isn't there..."
Loo Zhongtang frowned, "Anrou, how can you say that? Shasha is my biological daughter, how could I not love her? It's just that you and your parents spoil her, and if I were to indulge her too, she'd be spoiled rotten! A strict father and a loving mother! I'm strict with her for her own good!"
"Loo Zhongtang, stop talking to me with those high-sounding words," Jing Anrou raised her eyes to look at him with a cold smile, "Shasha got new jewelry and clothes, and asking Shasha to give them to Loo Yaxin, is that for Shasha's good?"
