"How long are you coming back this time?" The father still said in that lukewarm tone, and then picked up the dish in front of him, perhaps because the atmosphere was really awkward, the dish fell from the chopsticks on the table.

"A week!" Lin Luoluo glanced at the dishes on the table and continued: "Don't clip the dishes on the table, dirty!" The father glanced at Lin Luoluo, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, this may be the most touching words that Lin Luo said over the years.

After eating, Lin Luoluo watched his father go home, did he not care about it for too long or because he never got out of the death of his mother and what his father did, and now he looks at it slowly......

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