Seeing her parents suddenly push the door and come in, Zhong Mengfan was startled and immediately tried to calm herself down. "Dad, Mom, it's so late, why haven't you gone to bed yet?"
"What do you think?" Zhong Minghao's sharp gaze fell on Zhong Mengfan. "What exactly have you done? Don't you know it yourself?"
"What could I possibly have done!" Zhong Mengfan quickly laughed it off, "I've been well-behaved recently, I've even been going out less. What could I possibly have done!"
Hearing such a reply, Zhong Minghao's face darkened. He didn't speak, but he exuded a strong sense of oppression.
Under such immense pressure, Zhong Mengfan felt she was almost unable to breathe and even wanted to spill all her secrets.
"Meng Fan, what exactly have you done, hurry up and tell us."
