He Yirong didn't stick around long before he left with a dark expression.
Su Zixi watched He Yirong's retreating figure disappear at the office door and sighed with worry, "Jingyao, your dad seems to really dislike me…"
He Jingyao smiled, "It doesn't matter, I like you, and that's enough."
Su Zixi felt warmth in her heart and hugged his waist tightly with a smiling face, "I know... but why doesn't he like me?"
After all, He Yirong was his father, and it seemed that their father-son relationship was quite good, so Su Zixi still hoped that He Yirong could truly accept her from the bottom of his heart.
Moreover, she didn't seem to have done anything to offend He Yirong...
He Jingyao pondered for a moment and said, "That's just the way he is, he doesn't like anyone, probably going through a mid-life crisis."
Su Zixi was speechless!
Is it really okay to criticize your own father like that!
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