"Get out? Dad, do you have any idea what you're saying? I'm Qingtong, your daughter! How can you throw us out?"
Mu Qingtong stared at her father in disbelief. He usually had a short temper, but he had never stopped her from coming home before.
"You come in here spouting nonsense. What's wrong with me throwing you out?"
Mr. Mu's voice was still laced with anger. His sharp eyes fixed on his biological daughter, as if he wanted to eat her alive.
"Dad, what do you mean I'm spouting nonsense? I heard some country bumpkin showed up, and both you and Ziquan..."
Mu Qingtong argued, complaining tearfully, but her father impatiently cut her off before she could finish.
"I'm not senile yet! You don't understand a thing, and you come in here running your mouth. Get out now."
Mr. Mu pointed a finger at the door and snapped. He was doing it for her own good; if his daughter said another word, he wasn't sure he could stop himself from hitting her.
