Hearing Shen Qiang's words, the breathtakingly beautiful Qian Shanxue not only looked tense, but her beautiful eyes were also fixed intently on the old man. Her fair and slender jade-like hands instinctively clenched into fists.
"Dad, I've told you so many times, I'm in high school now. Stop picking me up and dropping me off, it's so embarrassing if my classmates see it." The schoolgirl, who looked about sixteen or seventeen, said to the old man walking beside her.
The old man frowned: "It's perfectly natural for a father to take his daughter to and from school. Who dares to laugh at that? Besides, there are so many bad people in this world. I wouldn't be at ease if you went to school alone."
The schoolgirl pouted and said sweetly, "Dad, don't be like this, the Provincial City has good security. All these years, I've never seen a single bad person you've talked about."
