Chen Qiaoyu couldn't believe that her always calm husband had lost his temper and said such irrational things in a fit of rage.
She froze in place, a bit at a loss.
Yang Qingyin was also stunned; she incredulously turned to look at her furious father and eventually showed nothing but contempt.
"As you wish!" Yang Qingyin coldly dropped the words, walked into her room, and locked the door from the inside.
Only then did Chen Qiaoyu snap back to reality. She desperately pounded on the door, asking Yang Qingyin to open it so they could talk, mother and daughter together, but Yang Qingyin refused, saying she was tired and wanted to sleep. After locking the door, Yang Qingyin leaned against it, and the tears she'd held back finally rolled down her cheeks.
She hadn't expected things to turn out this way, that her father would lose his cool like this today.
