After Zhan Moxiao's car left, Ou Chenghai came out of the store, his waist wrapped in a floral apron, his expression somewhat puzzled, "Lanlan, was that Son-in-law Xiao's car just now? Why didn't you let him come in and sit?"
Ou Lan turned around and seriously examined her dad's face, noticing a few more white hairs at his temples. Suddenly, she felt an intense pang of heartache, unsure if her decision to divorce would upset him.
"Dad," she said with a smile, stepping forward and taking her dad's arm, "weren't there any customers in the store today?"
"It's gotten cold, and it's so late already, there aren't any customers left."
"Then let's close up for the day."
"In business, we don't just close up this early; there will still be customers coming."
Ou Lan playfully pouted, "Dad, your daughter has finally come home after so long, can't you just focus on serving her food and drink?"
