"What am I supposed to explain?"
Zhao Qingge stood inside the door, deliberately blocking Li Xin's view, and secretively glanced at the gap between the door and the corner of the wall, her expression remaining calm.
"Explain what?"
Li Xin retorted, her expression even described as cold, suppressing her anger, "Are you pretending to be confused with me? What did your dad and I say when our family sat together for dinner this weekend? How did you agree with us? It's been less than a day, and you've forgotten everything? Just had your meal?"
"I remember not promising you anything."
Zhao Qingge frowned slightly, stepped forward, stood right on the doorstep blocking the entrance completely, and then took Li Xin's hand, "Come to the living room and talk with me."
"Not going!!"
Li Xin was truly furious, almost like a barrel full of gunpowder about to explode, her daughter's touch was like a spark, instantly igniting her.
