By the time she came back, Lin Baohe had already returned to the living room. Chuxia approached him and whispered a few words in his ear. Lin Baohe's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he nodded in response.
Zhao Qiyan, who had been observing the father-daughter interaction, came over with a smile, "Uncle, your relationship with Chuxia is so good. If only my dad doted on me like that."
"Your dad also dotes on you," Lin Baohe replied with a smile, "Which father doesn't love his daughter?"
Zhao Qiyan was taken aback by Lin Baohe's sudden 180-degree change in attitude, followed by an expression of joy, "Uncle, you don't dislike me anymore, right?"
"If you've decided to turn over a new leaf, why would I still dislike you? Everyone makes mistakes, right? You can't just write someone off because of a single error."
