The next morning, Luo Xinyue had already gotten up and noticed that she hadn't changed out of her pants and shirt, immediately frowning slightly, then remembered the fact that she had been knocked out by her daughter...
She stormed outside in a huff and saw Luo Qianqian sitting on the swing chair, drinking in the rising morning sun, with seven or eight empty bottles piled on the ground.
"Qhianqhian?" Feeling both heartache and annoyance, Luo Xinyue quickly went forward, but saw a pair of clear eyes.
"Dad, you're up." Luo Qianqian smiled at Luo Xinyue, "The morning trumpet flowers are blooming beautifully, quite radiant compared to usual."
Luo Xinyue looked puzzled, but followed Luo Qianqian's gaze towards a trumpet flower that had been missed on the edge of the flower bed, looking quite radiant compared to the still budding roses. Its colors were bright and fresh.
