Looking at the handsome face so close at hand, Xiang Wan swallowed hard and leaned back as far as she could, trying to put some distance between them, "Don't scare me, you're not my dad. What right do you have to control me? Have you ever heard of 'do not do unto others what you would not have them do unto you'? You love to play around yourself, yet you try to control others. Don't you find that funny?"
"I don't want to be your dad."
Her brain, numbed by alcohol, was slow to comprehend his meaning, but she sensed something dark and fearsome lurking in the depths of his eyes, like a pool of ink, making her fear she might drown in them any second.
After a standoff that lasted a moment, Zuo Xingyun suddenly took two steps back, "Don't go drinking in places like that anymore."
Without waiting for Xiang Wan's response, he turned and walked upstairs.
The next morning came early.
Xiang Wan was woken from her deep sleep by the sound of her phone ringing.
