He Yulin sent her daughter back to practice the piano, but she herself sat on the sofa and quietly listened for a while. Her anger had not yet subsided until she heard a gentle, coherent, and fluent piano sound coming from the seclusion room. Only then did she feel satisfaction.
She quietly withdrew her gaze and finally had the leisure to refocus on the television.
At that moment, her husband, who had been busy in the kitchen, came out, holding two plates of food.
Chen Chunxian glanced at his wife sitting alone on the sofa, then at the closed door of the seclusion room, and finally at the specially prepared plate of peas in his hand, a trace of distress welling up in his eyes, "Did Xiao Xue make a mistake again?"
He Yulin snorted coldly, "Isn't that obvious? Everyone says daughters are like their fathers. Do you think her dumbness comes from your lack of education?"
Chen Chunxian was immediately at a loss for words.
