By the time Qiao Dongliang snatched the novel from Qiao Zijin, only then did she realize that someone had entered her room.
Qiao Zijin flushed with embarrassment and said to Ding Jiayi, "Mom, why did you enter my room without knocking!"
"What kind of nonsense novel are you reading!" Qiao Zijin had stopped at a page where there was some saucy material. Qiao Dongliang took a few glances and was exasperated. "Did you coop yourself up in your room to read this kind of novel?"
Giving Qiao Zijin no time to react, Qiao Dongliang spread his two hands and tore up the novel. "You refuse to let Nan Nan study, and yet you have spare money to buy this for Zijin. Old Ding, let me ask you, do we have money or not?"
Qiao Dongliang saw that the novel was not cheap, and there was the elder daughter's name on the book. It was undoubtedly hers.
