"I lack the ability to protect my dad, and I can only resort to such degrading tasks, making myself a laughingstock." Xia Qingqian's gaze fell on the car window, staring at her reflection, while the haggard expression of Mr. Xia floated in her mind.
Since parting from Mr. Xia on the street, he hadn't bothered her anymore, and she started to worry—what if something had happened to him?
Young Master had said that without his permission, she was not allowed to go anywhere.
"In my heart, you are a good girl." He couldn't care for her enough, so how could he possibly mock her?
"Thank you, Young Master Du, for your praise. I'm not as good as you think." She often caused trouble for Young Master, and she started feeling more and more worthless, unable to fathom Young Master's thoughts.
When in the office, she made tea for Young Master, who mostly stayed silent, a trace of concealed pain across his brow, sipping tea while reminiscing about something.
