Once a seed of suspicion is planted, it quickly takes root and grows.
The more Zhuang Shaoyang thought about it, the angrier he became. He always believed that his dutiful daughter and gentle, virtuous wife harbored a sinister and malicious side. The daughter he most wanted to cherish held numerous misunderstandings against him, and for a moment, he could hardly bear to look at them.
No matter how deep the emotions or how strong the guilt, there will eventually come a day when it's all squandered away.
He got up and walked out without a word.
Zhuang Chujiao let out a sigh of relief; she had thought Dad would reprimand her, but it seemed she had narrowly escaped a disaster.
However, Liang Rong didn't feel the same. Zhuang Chujiao's repeated reckless actions had long disappointed Zhuang Shaoyang, and this time she touched his most sensitive spot. The calmer he acted, the more frightening it was.
She hurriedly chased after him, "Shao Yang, wait."
