"What are you doing, not picking up the child after work, leaving her alone at the kindergarten?"
Fang Xiaohui's voice startled Song Mohuan awake.
Holding their little girl in her arms, Fang Xiaohui looked displeased. When her gaze fell on the bankbook in Song Mohuan's hand, her expression suddenly changed dramatically.
She put her daughter down and rushed over, snatching the bankbook from Song Mohuan's hand.
"What are you doing? How can you go through my things so carelessly?"
It had a bit of a pre-emptive feel.
"Nannan, go to your room!"
Song Mohuan's voice was icy, and the little girl trembled with fear, quickly retreating to her room.
Today's father was terrifying.
"You go through my stuff carelessly, then you tell me, where did these hundreds of thousands in the bankbook come from? And whose child is our youngest daughter?"
Song Mohuan tossed the paternity test papers onto Fang Xiaohui's face.
