"Dad, how did you find out? Those old coots are such busybodies, they're so annoying—"
SLAP... SLAP...
Mr. Sheng, at the end of his rope, landed two resounding slaps across his daughter's face. The sharp sound made the crowd of gossiping women gasp.
His own daughter had been driving him to the brink lately. Every day brought a new, unwelcome surprise, leaving him dizzy and utterly exhausted.
'And she had the nerve to ask how he knew! He had come here specifically to greet those VIPs.'
"Dad! You actually hit me? What did I do wrong? I just said some damned old pig-feeder shouldn't be walking in the middle of the road in the compound."
Sheng Yueyue wanted to scream that it was because that damned old man had lectured her about being prudent with her words and actions.
'He made me walk along the edges of the road my entire past life, so what gives him the right to walk right down the middle?'
