"Why haven't these two children come downstairs yet?" Min Qing paced back and forth in the living room, glancing at the staircase from time to time. "Did you hear the sound of something being thrown upstairs just now?"
"Wen Minghui, I'm talking to you. Can't you hear me? What's so interesting about that newspaper that you keep reading it all day long!" Min Qing was so angry that her chest felt tight. She turned around and sat on the sofa.
Father Wen: "Hey, that's strange. What have I done to you by reading a newspaper?"
"What do you think? Wen Minghui, aren't you usually the one who dotes on our daughter the most? How can you sit here so calmly now? Aren't you worried?"
"What should I be worried about? I don't believe it. Does he dare to bully Ruan Ruan in our house? If you're so worried, you can go upstairs and take a look for yourself." Father Wen angrily threw the newspaper onto the solid wood coffee table. He was already in a bad mood, and now it got even worse.