As soon as Father Shen walked in, he heard Shen Fangli muttering something about mutual devotion.
"What are you talking about?" he asked curiously.
Shen Fangli briefly summed up what had happened that evening. Naturally, she left out the most important part concerning Yan Xianjue.
So, as Father Shen understood it, Yan Xianjue's mother had invited his daughter out for a meal, and that counted as mutual devotion?
Wasn't that mutual devotion a little too hasty?
But Shen Fangli's face was full of seriousness and certainty, making Father Shen wonder whether he had missed some important information.
He did not say much, though inwardly he could not help grumbling about how his daughter could be both clever and foolish.
Shen Fangli had no idea her father was criticizing her in his head. After saying goodnight to him, she prepared to head upstairs to her room.
But just as she stood up, she remembered something else.
"Oh, right, Dad. Aunt Yan gave me a prescription for improving my health."
The word "prescription" touched a sensitive nerve in Father Shen.
Back when Mother Shen had not yet gotten pregnant, she had taken no shortage of this remedy and that remedy.
Not to mention all those folk remedies she had sought out for having a son. She had been scammed several times and still never learned her lesson. No matter what he said, she would secretly go after them behind his back.
"You're still young. You don't need to take that kind of thing."
His daughter was only eighteen!
Yan Xianjue holding his daughter's hand and kissing her was one thing.
Though this old father had a hard time accepting it, it was young people freely falling in love. He would not say anything about it.
But starting medication to improve her health