Xiao Rou held the card in her hand and watched Mrs. Xiao's distant figure, unable to help but smile.
This is her father. They might have different perspectives, and he could sometimes be overly domineering, but deep inside, he just wanted her to live a stable life.
What they wanted was for her to be happy and comfortable.
Xiao Rou smiled and returned home, placing the bank card into a delicate little box.
This box contained some especially memorable items from her childhood to adulthood.
Money, small trinkets, miscellaneous items – it had it all. Now, there was a bank card added to it.
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The milk tea shop's business was far better than Xiao Rou had anticipated. Although it had only been open for a week, the revenue from this week was already better than Xiao Rou's best expectations.
"Rourou, see, we actually have some extra space here. I think we could install an oven and make some pastries like egg tarts. What do you think?"
