Qin Anguo moved too quickly. With a swift motion, he knocked off the hat that Qin Mei was wearing, plunging the spacious living room into silence.
The moment the hat fell, thick, glossy black hair cascaded out, pouring off of Qin Mei's head like a waterfall, spreading over his body.
The two fluffy ears on his head were particularly eye-catching.
Qin Anguo had suspected something was off with the hat Qin Mei was wearing, but he hadn't expected such a surprise underneath.
With the fall of the hat, Qin Mei, who was kneeling before his father, instantly shielded his ears.
But, it was too late.
What was meant to be seen had been seen.
Qin Anguo was so infuriated that he clutched his chest, his breathing became irregular.
His sharp eyes scanned the living room, falling on the golf club in the corner.
With measured calm, he stood up, walked over, and picked up the golf club, charging toward Qin Mei.
