"Are you going or not!" Father Qiao stood up in anger and pointed at her. "Is your sister dressed like you? Take a good look at what you're wearing. Do you think it's appropriate?"
Qiao Anxin was indignant and wanted to rebut.
"Alright, Anxin, don't make your dad angry on his birthday. He asked you to change, so do it." Lin Huizhen held her back and persuaded her. "You have so many clothes, it's alright. Don't say anymore."
"But Mom…"
"Alright, enough. I'll go upstairs with you." Lin Huizhen was afraid that Qiao Anxin would say something to anger Father Qiao again, so she quickly dragged her upstairs.
…
Upstairs.
Qiao Anxin was furious. "I think Dad is biased. How am I not suitable? Why can Qiao Mianmian wear a dress, but I can't! He's biased, biased!
"Am I still his biological daughter!
"Qiao Mianmian has nothing to do with him, but he treats her better than me. Is he senile!"
"Lower your voice!"
