Before dawn.
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Looking at her father, whose face was twisted into a bitter melon expression, Qidian could only continue to help smooth things over: "Mom, don't pick on Dad right now. He's all flustered. Why don't you just tell him what exactly you're angry about, so he can have an idea, alright?"
"Yes, yes, Yulan, what are you angry about? Tell me."
Qidian almost collapsed... My dear father, I'm trying to help you here, why are you interrupting? Aren't you just asking for trouble? — Uncle Wan has already analyzed this issue!
Sure enough, Zhao Yulan looked at Lin Baohe with disappointment in her eyes: "We've been living together for so many years, and you really don't know what I'm angry about?"
