Mu Xiangwan, upset because he couldn't stay with her to sleep, defiantly retorted, "I won't let you know! I'm not a three-year-old child who needs to tell you where I am going!"
Su Chaoyang frowned, his tone growing more severe, "Listen to me! I have my reasons to worry. Can't you just stay put, especially during the holidays?"
Mu Xiangwan's displeasure deepened, but she didn't rebuke him. She muttered, "Every time you talk to me like this, it makes me feel as if you're my father! But even my father and grandfather never scolded me like this."
Su Chaoyang chuckled, reaching out to caress her porcelain-like delicate cheek with his thumb. "Don't worry, I don't want to take the place of Mr. Mu. Because—if I had such a disobedient daughter like you, I'm sure I'd have died from frustration long ago!"
