"Alright, don't always assume the worst, think more of the good things. Maybe your father is just too busy." Cheng Ziang continued to comfort her in a gentle voice.
"Speaking of which," Ah Si seemed to have thought of something, and then chimed in, "the Huayu Family has been holding a funeral recently. It's quite tragic, actually; the Huayu Family's old Patriarch and the new Patriarch's younger brother died one after another, which is always unsettling..."
"It can't be my dad, can it? It can't be, right? It can't be, right?" Upon hearing her words, Ah Yang's voice trembled even more as she tightly clutched Cheng Ziang's sleeve and asked.
"You really know how to speak..." Cheng Ziang gave her a glare and said unhappily.
"I'm just telling the truth," Ah Si shrugged her shoulders, with an indifferent expression.
"Your father isn't from the Huayu Family, is he?" Cheng Ziang suddenly thought of something and asked with concern.
