"You're still a child, Keyan. I didn't treat you as a child because you are one, but I always want you to be happy and not get upset over anything," Jian Zhiguo tried to create a more comfortable environment for Jian Keyan.
However, Jian Keyan, who was trapped in this, struggled to break free of the constraints.
She didn't understand why her father kept avoiding her, marginalizing her from all his actions; she felt like an outsider.
She was greatly displeased with these feelings.
"Ha... You're really good at making excuses. I have to compliment you for coming up with such a good reason that I can't even argue with it. All your actions are for my wellbeing," said Jian Keyan. She didn't stay long but quickly dashed upstairs into her room.
She abruptly slammed her door shut, a clear manifestation of the endless anger she was carrying.
Jian Zhiguo sighed quietly, not regretting his actions.
After making everyone leave, Jian Zhiguo dialed a phone number.
