"Are you here to visit the disease?"


    The other party''s tone was still as unchanged as it was at the beginning, so I became even more nervous.


    "Yes!"


    "That''s it, please wait."


    After the other party said politely, he hung up the call.


    After a while, the door opened.


    A man approached slowly.


    Wearing a slim suit shirt and black pants, and gentle gold-rimmed glasses, she doesn''t look too old, but she gives people the impression of being old.


    Guru…


    As the iron door opened, I swallowed.


    Who is this person? I always feel that middle-aged people in their forties or fifties are really Jasmine''s father? Could it be my brother I don’t know?


    "Hello, classmate, thank you for visiting my daughter first."


    The man looked straight to the point and looked at his identity.


    I was surprised for a moment.


    So young, without white hair and wrinkles, he is actually Jasmine''s father. But if you think about it carefully, Jasmine''s mother seems to look very young, just like her sister, so in addition to being well maintained, their family members also got married and had daughters very early.


    "Ah, uncle, I am Jasmine''s classmate. Because I heard that Jasmine is sick, I want to visit her..."


    My words are getting weaker and weaker.


    Miscalculation, too miscalculation.


    I have realized how stupid it is to make a decision by slap your head. I rushed over with my passionate blood, neither preparing for the gifts to visit nor taking care of my appearance. Now I must have looked stupid.


    The man''s sharp eyes moved to my face.


    "It''s indeed a boy..."


    "Ah, I''m a man..."


    "Marry didn''t tell me that she had male friends."


    I almost blurted out, "After all, I ordered her to ban her words in order not to make her family alert", but I still smiled and said, "She may have forgotten."


    "Oh, I''ll confirm first, are you her boyfriend?"


    “—?!”


    The other party''s attitude became sharper, and one hand was inserted into the pocket of his trousers, as if he was going to pull out his gun if he couldn''t answer well.


    No...no.


    It is said that the daughter was the father’s lover in his previous life. Is this true?


    I lowered my head as I thought mixed feelings.