"Then you shouldn't have kept it a secret from Dad!" Mr. Lin was furious.
"I was afraid you'd worry…"
"Am I not worried now?!"
Mr. Lin scolded, and Lin Gantang continued to shrink her head.
Mr. Lin pressed, "So what was the deal with you arguing with Yanqing and running back home last time? Was it because of his illness?"
Lin Gantang nodded.
"You knew back then and you still didn't tell Dad?" Mr. Lin got angrier the more he thought about it and stretched out his hand, "Give me the household register!"
Lin Gantang obediently handed it back.
Seeing that she was sensible and didn't choke up and argue with him like before, Mr. Lin's anger subsided a bit. He took the household register, put it beside him, and said, "I'll keep the household register safe, lock it up so don't even think about stealing it!"
"There's no need to lock it, I won't take it."
"I don't trust you," Mr. Lin said gruffly.
