The air was dark and gloomy at the breakfast table the next day. Chyou bobbed her head once towards Xiaosi and then towards Caihong, scrunching her cute brows.
Neither Caihong was looking at Xiaosi, nor did he. The tension between them was visible.
"Mama Dada fighting?" She tilted her head.
Xiaosi quickly smiled and answered. "Of course not-"
"It couldn't be helped, dear. Your father isn't acting nice at all."
He widened his eyes. He whispered to Caihong. "C-Caihong, we don't need her to know."
"Why? Do you want to hide it from her?" She challenged him. "You don't care about your wife's feelings, so why do you care about your daughter's?"
"I do!"
"You don't behave like that, certainly not last night."
Xiaosi coughed and moved back. Even after Caihong's threat last night, Xiaosi refused to budge and ended up only sleeping beside each other. Ever since then, there was complete silence between them.
