Zhao Jun smiled and tried to convince you that nothing was wrong. He was negligent and forgot to clean the blood off his shirt, making you look at him suspiciously.

You still doubt your father's explanation, but you try to believe it and don't ask this further.

"How about papa make you a delicious dinner?" He offered, still wearing a big smile as usual.

Even without a mother figure, you are already grateful to have a father like him.