An Youcai wiped away his tears and nodded.
"Alright, since you're willing, Dad respects your choice."
He turned his head and looked at Mu Xingfeng, his eyes unusually solemn, "I respect you as a member of the Guard Team. Today, I entrust my daughter to you. I hope you live up to your uniform and the badge on your hat. If I find out that you've done anything to wrong Ran, I'll hold you accountable, even if it costs me my life."
Mu Xingfeng was still immersed in An Ran's words. She said she was willing; she chose him over the father who had raised her for over ten years.
Hearing An Youcai's words, Mu Xingfeng nodded slightly, equally solemn and authoritative, "I think you won't have that chance."
An Youcai nodded, then sat back in his seat and waved his arm, "You may go."
An Ran looked at him and felt as if An Youcai had aged ten years in an instant.
Was it an illusion? She suddenly felt that leaving the An family had genuinely saddened An Youcai.
