Qiao Yin's face hardened. "What are you here for?"
Qiao Haidong was displeased. "You don't even call me 'dad' anymore? What do you mean by 'what are you here for'? I am your father, what's wrong with coming to your place?"
Qiao Yin was brusque. "I don't welcome you."
"Qiao Yin, do you dare to not let me in?"
"Why should I let you in?"
Qiao Yin said grimly, "How on earth do you have the nerve to come? You secretly sold my house, pocketed three-and-a-half million, and then you hid from me at our grandmother's house in the countryside. You almost left me homeless!"
She thought her accusation would make him feel guilty.
Unexpectedly, Qiao Haidong boldly justified himself, "The family is bankrupt, owing so much debt. What's wrong with me selling your house to pay it off? I am your father, I have the right to sell your house!"
"This is what my mother left for me, you have no right to sell it!"