Suddenly, it became quiet all around.
Only the second hand of the clock on the wall ticked, "tick, tock, tick, tock."
Song Mao silently stared at Song Ya, delaying his speech.
Song Ya was prepared to be scolded.
She and Ye Tian had such a large age difference, and she had not yet divorced.
She was certain her old-fashioned father would scold her vehemently.
Initially, she had wanted to delay further, to find a proper moment to bring up the matter with Song Mao.
But unexpectedly, Song Mao had detected something amiss between her and Ye Tian.
About five minutes passed.
Song Mao finally spoke, "Xiao Ya, do you truly like Xiao Tian?"
At those words, Song Ya slightly stiffened.
Logically, given her father's temperament, he would have been furious upon hearing this news.
But at this moment, Song Mao was unusually calm, merely furrowing his brow slightly.
Song Ya nodded, "Dad, I like Xiao Tian."
"I love Xiao Tian."
She bravely expressed what was in her heart.
