"You do know that he's my dad, don't you? The matters between us father and daughter—do you think you have the right to butt in? Are you always watching whether or not I call him 'dad'? Mind your own business, will you!"
Retorting sharply at Xiang Fengyu, Shang Xixia's expression remained composed, maintaining a faint smile. For someone like her, it simply wasn't worth getting angry.
"You…"
Xiang Fengyu was struck speechless, her face pale. She pointed furiously at Shang Xixia, then turned her gaze toward Shang Yide, wearing a faint expression of appeal and ingratiation.
