Wei Tian had also come to terms with the situation. As he ate the simple meal on the table, he couldn't help but miss his daughter. But what use was there in keeping such a heartless and ungrateful daughter around?
Besides, they were no longer able to support her. Each year they had debts amounting to over forty thousand yuan to pay off. After their basic living expenses, they were left with nothing. It seemed to them that Wei Jiani probably didn't want such useless parents anyway.
"I understand," Sang Zhilan muttered quietly as she ate, although her nose was stinging with the sensation of oncoming tears.
If only she would call us, and say she was wrong, I would forgive her. I would give her all I have, even if it meant eating nothing but bran and vegetables every day.
With a sigh, Wei Tian expressed a similar sentiment; he, too, was waiting for a phone call from Wei Jiani.
He didn't ask for much, really not much at all—just for Wei Jiani to call him dad once more.