His daughter's mental state was getting better and better, and her depression showed clear signs of improving.
The light was returning to her eyes, which were no longer as empty and lifeless as before.
She started to observe her surroundings on her own and showed interest in new things.
Daisen felt like he was seeing a new beginning—hope for his daughter's recovery. At the same time, he regretted not listening to Tom's advice sooner.
"Sit down, let's chat." Feng Mountain, of course, didn't know what was going through Daisen's mind and took a seat himself.
Daisen was taken aback for a moment, then gave a grateful smile and waved a server over. "What would you like to drink? It's on me. The drinks at your bar are great."
"A Tundra Aurora," Feng Mountain said irritably, glancing at the server.
Of course, he wasn't angry at the server.
It was the fact that he had to pay for a drink in his own bar.
