Qiao Haidong looked at the thin, long silver needle in her hand, his heart filled with fear and his face full of unease.
After a while, he eventually backed down: "Alright, put away your needle quickly. Is there anything we can't talk about as father and daughter?"
"If you dare to make a scene here, I'll make you mute."
"I won't cause trouble, how could I? I was just speaking out of anger a moment ago, don't take it to heart. I also don't want you to lose your job. After all, when you have a job, you have money, and that's how you can help me pay my debts, right?"
"I won't help you pay back your debts anymore."
"You—"
Just as Qiao Haidong was about to say something, his face changing color, there was suddenly a knock on the door and a man's voice: "Qiao Yin, may I come in?"
Qiao Yin quickly wiped her eyes and warned Qiao Haidong in a soft voice: "Don't say anything untoward."