What is he doing? Why isn't he even checking his phone?
Could he be asleep already?
As she was thinking about this, the doorbell rang.
"Ding dong..."
Ran Xiangsi put down her phone and glanced towards the door.
"It's so late. Who could it be?" she muttered instinctively, then walked towards the door.
She opened the video doorbell, and with just one look, Ran Xiangsi froze.
"Xiangsi? It's Dad." The familiar yet strange voice of a middle-aged man came through the intercom. To Ran Xiangsi, it brought neither joy nor surprise, only a strong sense of rejection.
This man had only appeared in her life before she turned four.
Since then, until she was now eighteen, fourteen years had passed without seeing him even once.
And now, he actually managed to find her here?
Ran Xiangsi let out a cold laugh, her delicate face full of indifference!
...
In the end, she still opened the door.
The three of them sat facing each other on the sofa.
