Before long, the police arrived. Fang Tiandong had phoned in to report someone attempting to illegally trespass on private property.
Zhao Tianfang frowned, not daring to take action in front of everyone, nor willing to uproot the treasured tree, so he could only leave the Fang Family residence with the police.
Fang Qin heard the noise and came down from upstairs, startled by the sight of a large crowd.
Her father, wielding two watermelon knives, stood at the doorway. His expression softened when he saw his daughter, saying, "Qinqin, don't emulate those low-class girls, always coveting what others have."
It was as if the tree that fell from the sky was claimed to be hers.
Fang Qin nodded.
Shortly after, a plainly-dressed girl carrying a blue denim bag approached, perhaps due to the hot weather, she was drenched in sweat. Seeing the two of them, she rubbed her sweaty hands nervously and softly called out, "Dad, sister."