"What did you just say?!"
The woman incredulously asked back, with her voice skyrocketing several degrees due to anger and surprise, slightly deforming and becoming sharp.
"Do you even know what you're talking about, Lin Mingyuan?!"
"I know, of course, I know. I'm certainly more aware of these matters than you... So don't shout so loudly, look, you're almost scaring the child."
In contrast, the man sitting on the sofa had a very calm expression, his tone was detached, as if discussing something insignificant.
Caught between the two and not knowing what to do was a little girl with round, rosy cheeks and braided pigtails. She was far from her usual lively self, with hands placed on her knees, looking a bit restrained. Only her large, limpid eyes kept looking around, shifting from her quiet father to her angry mother.
"You, you still have the nerve to mention Xing Jie..."