After that, life resumed its usual pace for me. I settled back into my routine of picking Cici up from preschool and preparing meals at my mother's place, much like any other average mom.
During dinner, my father was visibly unhappy.
"Just letting someone like Daniel serve time is too lenient," he muttered with a scowl.
I placed Cici's favorite piece of chicken onto her plate, offering, "Well, he did manage to bring us ten billion. That's not without value, regardless of all his shortcomings."
My father still looked displeased but refrained from arguing further, giving in mostly out of concern for me.
To our surprise, Daniel was bailed out later that evening. It became evident he had a few cards up his sleeve.
As I was taking a stroll with Cici, he appeared out of nowhere.
He rushed
