On the balcony of a room on the second floor of the main house, Zhou Jingyun saw her daughter leaving and said to Bai Zhenhong, who was sitting in a lounge chair basking in the sun, with a mixture of worry and helplessness, "Tongtong has gone out."
"Her legs are on her body. Where she wants to go, can we, as parents, really control that?" Bai Zhenhong's tone was somewhat indifferent, probably still remembering the time when Bai Tong angrily threw a vase at him, her father.
No matter what, he was a father. In this family, he was the supreme head of the household. Whether he was right or wrong, as a daughter, Bai Tong had no right to throw a vase at him.
Su Xiaoyue hated him so much, yet when they met face to face, she never threw anything at him.
That's because Su Xiaoyue never had the chance. If she had the opportunity, she would have loved nothing more than to rip out his heart to see if it was red or black.
"I'm worried she might do something rash."
