Xue Han put down her chopsticks, "Mother, does father know who took action?"
Zhulan was truly surprised this time, "Why do you ask that?"
Under the table, Xue Han's hands were clasped together. Her mother had taught her much, especially in these past two years, sharing with her the situation in the capital that she could understand. She may not have her mother's vision, but she had also learned quite a bit, "Father has been very silent. Today, when father returned, he was not like he used to be."
When father stepped into the rain, she watched his retreating figure. Father's back was more bent than ever before, exuding a sense of powerlessness. As a girl, she was more delicate and could sense these details. From the moment he entered the house, he didn't look at the third brother, and when he left, he ignored him entirely, which was already very telling.