"Elena Ryan, shut your mouth!"
Although Old Master Ryan was old, his anger was resonant like a large bell, and his fierce shout startled Elena Ryan.
She nervously turned around and saw Old Master Ryan, leaning on his cane and rushing over, his stern face now filled with anger.
"Dad, why did you come down? Why didn't you rest upstairs properly?"
Old Master Ryan's health was poor, and he seldom moved around.
She had been home for several days, but she only saw him during meals.
Old Master Ryan snorted coldly and tapped his cane on the floor, making a series of dull sounds.
"Rest? With all the commotion you're causing downstairs, how could I rest well?"
Elena Ryan was taken aback for a moment, her eyes dodging guiltily, "Dad, I didn't mean to. By the way, Dad, have you contacted Lucas Shaw? I want to go back to Shaw Family!"
She didn't want to stay here anymore.
Living here was simply not as comfortable as in Shaw Family.