Qin Haiming's voice was very dull; Qin Mingzhu's heart tightened unconsciously, and she immediately lowered her gaze, scared until her throat felt uncomfortable.
"What does this have to do with me?"
Qin Mingzhu asked in a very low voice.
"If it doesn't, that's for the best. If this matter is related to you..."
Qin Haiming stared at his precious daughter, hoping Qin Mingzhu didn't have the guts.
Zhang Rujia also looked towards her daughter, a slight frown forming between her brows; when she lowered her eyelashes, her eyes already bore a complex expression.
Later, Zhang Rujia took Qin Mingzhu to her room and quietly asked her while Qin Haiming was on the phone: Is this matter really related to you?
"No!"
Qin Mingzhu shook her head vigorously, her voice light but somewhat impatient.
"Really not?"
Zhang Rujia asked again for confirmation.
"No means no, what's with this 'really' or 'not'? Don't you trust your own daughter?"
