Yu Chiyin's gaze was stern, but as he saw Jiujiu's anxious expression, his tone softened slightly:
"Jiujiu, give the Red Bean String to Daddy, and let's not repeat this issue."
Upon hearing this, Jiujiu let out a big sigh of relief, her small finger pointed towards the master bedroom, "Mommy has the Red Bean String, Daddy, you go ask Mommy for it."
Having said that, she twisted her plump little body, wanting to climb down from him.
Yu Chiyin felt his mind a bit disordered, bent down to put Jiujiu on the ground; she let out a cheer and darted off to Xiaoyi's room.
Having avoided punishment, she wanted to quickly brag about the good news to her brother.
In the hallway, Yu Chiyin's tall figure stood outside the door of the master bedroom, his large hand grasped the exquisitely crafted doorknob, hesitating in his movement.
"Clack!" A crisp sound echoed as the door unexpectedly opened from the inside.
