Back home, the house was eerily quiet. Luo Jianing, with her eyes red, walked out upon hearing noises and stood on the second floor looking down at Luo Haotian who had just entered the door. "Dad, this isn't real, right? You won't abandon me, will you?"
Luo Haotian looked at the adoptive daughter he had raised for fifteen years, his eyes full of complexity. But he still said, "Jia Ning, come down. I need to talk to you."
Luo Jianing slowly walked down the stairs and stood in front of Luo Haotian with red eyes, pitifully calling out, "Dad."
Luo Haotian exhaled deeply and said indifferently, "You must already know about the matter. There's no need for me to repeat the obvious. I don't blame you for this incident, but after all, you are the person involved.
Now that the truth has come to light, we should each go our own way. Pack up your things. You can take whatever you want from your room. I'll arrange for you to leave in the next few days.