"Qingqing is still young; she'll understand when she's a bit older," said Nan Mochen.
Shen Yu found it hard to insist, so he drove in silence. His prematurely aging face showed his displeasure. The thought of his beloved daughter's feelings being disregarded made him want to punch the kid next to him.
But considering the kid's parents, he held back.
In terms of fighting, he might not be a match for Nan Mufeng.
"Uncle, you've protected Qingqing too well. Maybe it's time to let her see the darker side of society!"
"Hmm."
Shen Yu's face turned gloomy.
This incident had alerted him. Where there is light, there is darkness in this world. He had been overprotective of his daughter, which made her unaware of external dangers, letting people into the house without caution.
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The next day, Nan Mochen took Nan Moxin back to Jiangcheng.
