"Xiaoge, go home now."
Father Ming Zhiyuan spoke with a rare seriousness and gravity.
On the phone, he didn't say much.
After hanging up, Ming Ge got up neatly, took only her car keys, and drove straight back to Ming's villa.
As soon as she entered the door, Ming Ge saw on the sofa of the luxurious, wide, and brightly lit living room, Yin Ruowei and her mother sitting on one side, and Su Jinci and his parents sitting on the other. Yin Hao was rarely at home.
A tribunal?
Ming Ge raised her eyebrows, her eyes swirling around, before landing on her father Ming Zhiyuan, who was dressed casually at home. She walked towards him in soft flat shoes, and greeted him with a cheerful tone, "Dad."
Ming Zhiyuan had a stern face but softened a notch when met with his daughter's charming smile, saying, "You're back, sit down first."
Sitting next to her father, Ming Ge looked at the others, calling out distantly yet politely: "Aunt Yin, Uncle Su, Auntie Su."
