Qin Wang guessed that she probably misunderstood him and added another sentence, "Deep love invites strict admonishment."
Song Yan did not speak.
She paused outside the study, where there was no sound, presumably everything had already been vented.
She knocked on the door and went in, and what met her eyes was a mess strewn all over the floor.
In such a situation, no one dared to come in and clean up, with documents scattered everywhere on the floor. Even a teacup was broken in half, lying desolately on the ground in two even pieces.
At that moment, Father Song, with hands on hips, stood with his back to the door at the window. He did not turn around when he heard someone enter.
"My, my, who has angered you so greatly?" said Song Yan, pretending to be surprised. She walked in, made a gesture of covering her mouth in shock, "It couldn't be me, could it?"
Qin Wang couldn't help but glance at her.
Four years of acting hadn't been for nothing, indeed.