"Xiaocao, why aren't you happy? Weren't you quite cheerful when you went out today?"
Lu Xiaocao said curiously.
"It's... it's nothing, Dad, let me help you with the barbecue skewers."
Xiaocao said, and Lu Xiaocao sat down to help his father with the skewers.
"Xiaocao, was the person who helped us yesterday the one you couldn't forget back then? The one you were willing to offend the young master of that clan just to wait for?"
Lu Xiaocao's father asked curiously.
"Sigh... it's all in the past, Dad, don't bring it up. He never had feelings for me from the start, it was only me being too wishful."
As Lu Xiaocao spoke, tears started to well up.
"Why are you crying!"
Lu Xiaocao's father said with concern, quickly handing him a few tissues. Lu Xiaocao wiped his eyes and said with a sniffle.
