Lin Gantang's movements attracted Mr. Lin's attention. He raised his head and saw her staring at Wen Yanqing warily.
"Why are you staring at Yanqing when he is just sitting there? How old are you? Why are you so shocked?" Mr. Lin was disgusted.
"Really?" Wen Yanqing smiled meekly. "I think it's very good; very pleasant."
"Come on, you haven't seen her go up to the roof and tear off the tiles." Mr. Lin lectured Lin Gantang. "You should be content. Yanqing is here and doesn't allow me to say anything to you. You still have the cheek to be angry at him. Is that proper?"
"Dad, do you know why I'm angry with him?" Lin Gantang pouted.
Wen Yanqing had come knocking on the door confidently, knowing that she would not tell Mr. Lin the reason.
