Haste makes waste. Knowing that Qiao Dongliang wouldn't change his mind temporarily, Qiao Zijin could only temporarily give up and walk out of Qiao Dongliang's room. She even obediently helped Qiao Dongliang close the door so that Ding Jiayi, who was watching TV, wouldn't disturb Qiao Dongliang's rest.
Ding Jiayi drank a sip of water. As she had been eating too many melon seeds lately, Ding Jiayi felt that she was getting heaty. "You and your dad have chatted for a long time. What were you chatting about? Is he no longer angry at you? Did he tell you about Qiao Nan's recent situation?"
