At that moment, Chen Ningxi was helping Ye Yujun tidy the succulents on the balcony. The mother and daughter were chatting on and off.
The sky had darkened, but Chen Weichuan hadn't returned yet.
In Chen Ningxi's memory, her father was always busy, rarely ever leaving work on time.
She asked, "Dad's hardly ever home. Don't you feel like he doesn't care enough about you?"
Ye Yujun's gaze was gentle as she tended to the pot of succulents in her hands. Last time, she'd accidentally snapped one, ruining its original shape.