"Jin'Er."
With a concerned look, Mr. Zhao quietly asked:
"Are you okay?"
"..." Zhao Jin's body was tightly wrapped in a trench coat, her hair falling to cover her face. Upon hearing his words, she shivered, lowered her head, and spoke hoarsely:
"Dad, I'm fine."
Her voice was hoarse and harsh, completely different from usual.
"Hmm."
Mr. Zhao frowned and slowly nodded:
"Then you should rest early. If you feel uncomfortable, tell your Aunt Jiang."
"Hmm." Zhao Jin nodded, curling up as she walked towards her room, her silhouette bleak and forlorn, causing a pang in one's heart.
Once the door upstairs closed, Mr. Zhao's expression turned cold.
"Bang!"
He slammed the teacup down with anger in his eyes:
"Fang Zheng is too reckless, look at how scared Jin'Er has become."
"Yes." Secretary Qian bitterly smiled:
"Boss Fang's temperament is indeed hard to control, but I didn't expect he'd really dare to be so harsh on Miss Zhao."
"Humph!" Mr. Zhao snorted coldly:
