Upon entering the house, Mr. Qin noticed the empty living room, and had a bad feeling, shouting, "Where's Xi Xi?"
Mrs. Qin emerged from the kitchen, holding a white radish, and replied indignantly, "Your dear daughter has run away."
Hearing this, Mr. Qin's face stiffened. "Did you scold her again? I've told you countless times, the child is grown, has her own opinions, stop nagging her."
Mrs. Qin was displeased, "So, without asking anything, you put all the blame on me, are you really that biased, Qin?"
Mr. Qin knew his wife's temperament—strong-willed, controlling, but truly fond of her daughter.
In recent years, the kids in the surrounding neighborhood got married and even had grandkids, but Xi Xi still had no prospects. Having ended things again with the last one, Mrs. Qin was increasingly anxious.
Mr. Qin didn't want to tangle with her, stubbornly saying, "Anyway, it's definitely not my daughter's fault."
