"There are plenty of people they don't like. Why bother caring about the opinions of those who don't like you?" Ding Jinshi gently patted his daughter's back, gaze not even drifting to the people outside the car window, and straightforwardly said, "If you don't get in, then I'll have the driver start driving. My daughter hasn't eaten a bite of dinner; I need to rush back to cook for her."
Only then did Ding Long open the door, got into the car next to Ding Jinshi, and told the driver to drive back. After that, he took his daughter from Ding Jinshi's arms and said softly, "How about Daddy cooks dinner tonight? Mommy's been working all day and has taken care of you for a long time. Let's let Mommy rest a bit."
"But Daddy's food isn't tasty." The little girl looked up at her mother beside her. Seeing her mother with closed eyes, not speaking, as if she was very tired and resting, she finally nodded, "Alright then."
