Just like the living room, Zhong Yaowen's bedroom was a mess, with dust everywhere.
It seemed that ever since she had married into the Xiang Family, her father had never once stayed at home. He must have been gambling day and night.
Faced with such a scene, Zhong Lingling felt an immense sadness.
When Zhong Yaowen saw his lie exposed, he didn't bother to continue his facade and casually tossed aside the rag, saying, "Lingling, now that you've married into a wealthy family, I reckon you won't live here often. I'm a bachelor; I don't care about the state of the house. I won't blame you for forgetting your home or forgetting your dad after marrying into wealth. You can go now!"