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The villa was exceptionally quiet in the wee hours of the morning. Any slightest sound would be magnified.

Qiu Tong came out of the children's room and was about to return to her bedroom to rest, she saw that the door to the guest room where Qiu Rong was staying was ajar. A shadow flashed past the dim room.

Feeling uneasy, she walked softly to the door and pushed it open as she knocked on it.

Sitting on the wheelchair, Qiu Rong's back view was still regal. He dropped his gaze, as if he was angry at her.

Qiu Tong pushed him to the bed and squatted down in front of him. She asked helplessly, "Dad, what are you angry about?"

Qiu Rong looked into her eyes, unable to speak.