Her breathing staggered. Song Xing Xing pursed her lips into a thin line and finally forced a smile. "Dad, what are you doing here? Why are you not sleeping yet? It's late."
Song Chen scoffed. "So, you are aware that it's late. Why do you come home at this time?"
Song Xing Xing blinked at her father, flashing him an innocent look as she looked at him. Her mind whirled as she tried to figure out a way to coax her father.
This was a strange situation.
Previously, her father would not mind if she returned home at this time. She is a grownup and her parents trusted her. Each time that she or her brother returned home late, their parents would always trust that they would never make a mess outside.
Previously, while she was still in high school, there was a period of time where Song Xing Xing hang around with her schoolmates and returned home after midnight. That time, her father had never said anything.
