Charles thought for a moment, then said to Shanshan, "This isn't a good time to talk. Keep an eye out for me, will you? When your mom's calmed down, I'll go have a proper talk with her."
"Don't worry, I'll keep watch for you. After all, if you two really split up, I'll have to pick a side."
Charles chuckled softly. After so long apart, his daughter really had changed so much.
He looked at his transformed daughter, wanting to say something to show his affection, but when he opened his mouth, he was at a loss for words. It was an awkward moment.
Looking at his elegant daughter, Charles—who never got nervous even in the face of death—felt a rare sense of unease. He truly didn't know how to handle the situation; it was outside his realm of experience.
Sensing his awkwardness, Shanshan stood on her tiptoes, pointed toward the door with her pale fingers, and said, "Dad, there's a new open-air cinema on the island. Want to go check it out with me?"
