"Okay." Song Xiaojia was still a bit nervous and scared. Ever since she was little, she had a fear of her father. The only serious conflict she had with her father during her lifetime was about employment. Just this once, throughout her life, Song Xiaojia had almost always been obedient to her father.
"By the way, don't talk back to your dad, his heart is not good," mom reminded her.
"Okay, I know," Song Xiaojia nodded.
Then, she walked towards the study. It was only about twenty steps from the living room to the study. But for Song Xiaojia, these steps seemed like an agony. The fear and panic inside her made her somewhat afraid. Finally, she reached the door of the study.
The study door was open, and a scent of ink wafted out, making her feel very comfortable.
