When Xue Qin saw him enter, she snorted coldly and turned her body to the side, not even looking at him.
Xue Zongguang's heart ached when he saw that the finger marks on her face had not disappeared.
After putting the teacup on the table, he said softly, "Qin'er, it's my fault today. I shouldn't have hit you."
"Hmph." Xue Qin's expression softened a little when she heard her father, who had always been domineering, apologize to her.
Madam Wan also hurriedly said, "Alright, alright. There's no overnight grudge between father and daughter. Qin'er is also in the wrong. Let's let this matter pass. Let's not mention it anymore."
Xue Qin wanted to say that she was not in the wrong. So what if she admired her master? When she became her master's concubine in the future, her family would rise with the tide. She was doing this for her parents' own good.
