C221 Confessions of Old Ma

Bo Qianqian was really unsure if the man in front of her was her father or not.

When she was in her twenties, she could count the number of times she saw her father on her ten fingers. On average, she wouldn't see him even once a year.

That was why it was so unfamiliar.

"Go wash your face and change your clothes."

Bo Hao retracted his gaze after meeting his daughter's strange uncertain gaze