At night, Qingqing took the gift Maimai bought her as she returned home. The lights in the house were very dim, and she thought no one was there as she staggered up the stairs.
But after taking just two steps, the living room lights suddenly blazed on. She turned around and saw Yan Fengchi and Luo Xi sitting there together.
"Dad, Mom, why are you sitting in the living room in the dark?"
Qingqing stood on the stairs, sensing an ominous sign from the look on her parents' faces.
"Waiting for you," Yan Fengchi's face, sharp as a knife, showed little emotion as he dialed a number, "I'm your fourth uncle, come over."
Qingqing's heart skipped a beat. She hesitated for a moment before going down and sitting on the sofa. "Dad, Mom, what's going on?"
"What have you been doing these past few years?" Luo Xi cut straight to the point, pushing a pile of photos on the table toward Qingqing. "Qingqing, didn't I tell you to study well in school?"
