"Xinlan, Xinlan, where have you gone? Come out for me!!"
Ning Jianyang anxiously shouted, but could not find a trace of his daughter.
"What are you yelling for? You drove your daughter away, what's the point of losing your temper at night?"
Madam Bi Yanjing came from the bedroom to the main hall, her face full of fury.
"Ran away?"
Only then did Ning Jianyang remember he had pushed his daughter hard when he went out. He didn't know if it had hurt her.
"Yes, she ran off while shouting, 'Father doesn't care about me, I'll find someone to deal with that little punk myself!'"
Bi Yanjing crossed her arms, her eyes sliding to one side.
Ning Jianyang's face was full of anger, and he pointed his finger at Bi Yanjing: "It's all because of your spoiling!"
Bi Yanjing still didn't look at Ning Jianyang, rolling her eyes and saying, "Spoiled by me? The books say, 'If the child isn't taught, it is the father's fault!'"
