"Moreover, do you think, without your Third Uncle, would your mother have any influence when speaking at the Song family?" Madam Zhang stood up, pointing at her nose and scolding harshly, "I was wrong about you. Think it over yourself. In three days, give me an answer."
Chu Qingxiang covered her face and stared blankly as Madam Zhang left in anger.
Her chest heaved unevenly, as if the veil over her face had been ripped off.
In her daze,
Chu Lin had entered unnoticed.
"Are you wondering why?" Chu Lin looked at his daughter, filled with utter disappointment.
Chu Qingxiang looked up at him, her dark eyes revealing fear she herself hadn't noticed, for her father had never spoken to her alone before.
"Did you hear that?" Chu Qingxiang finally asked through clenched teeth after a pause.
Chu Lin faced her directly, saying calmly, "Lift your head and look at me, I can answer your questions."
