"Yiyi, hurry up and apologize to your father."
Song Lingyu saw Lan Zhongxuan's expression and knew that things were not good. She quickly pulled Song Yiyi aside to apologize.
"No need, I can't bear it."
Lan Zhongxuan's face was livid with anger. The way he looked at Song Yiyi was far from his usual gentle demeanor; it was chilling and intimidating.
Song Yiyi naturally refused to apologize, snorted, and ran upstairs. She had barely taken a few steps when the doorbell rang urgently.
Everyone's faces turned pale with fear, staring anxiously at the door.
"Zhong Xuan, could it be those people again?" Song Lingyu asked fearfully.
"I don't know either."
Just as Lan Zhongxuan finished speaking, a voice from outside called out, "Is anyone there? Delivery here, hey, is anyone home?"
