I originally thought she was going to comfort him, perhaps with words about how no matter what, at least he still had her as a daughter.
But what about her?
She left people utterly speechless.
How did he end up with such a daughter? Not only did she not comfort him, but she kept adding insult to injury.
"Other people's daughters are like intimate little cotton-padded jackets."
Song Yan naturally took over the conversation, "Then I'm your old quilt."
Her father snorted coldly, "And filled with black-hearted cotton, no less."
Uncle Bai stood by, his laughter unabated.
The dialogue between this father and daughter always followed such an unusual pattern.
Watching her father puff up his cheeks and glare, Song Yan said with deliberate mystery, "But what if I told you that this story actually has another version."