"Who is Qin Youxuan? Why do I hear resentment in your voice?" Su Yiru asked tenderly as she stroked Ye Mingmei's hair softly and inquired in a low voice.
"I don't even know where this woman from an insignificant family appeared from. You have no idea how biased Dad has become. Just for her, he actually locked me up. Dad never had the heart to even raise his voice at me before, but now I don't even know how many times he's scolded me because of her..."
Ye Mingmei hugged a pillow as she sat on the sofa, her face full of displeasure.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a figure striding in and quickly fell silent.
Standing up from the sofa, "Dad."
Ye Zhanxing didn't look at her but turned his head to glance in Su Yiru's direction, "You're back, why didn't you have someone pick you up from the airport?"
