Yang Yun felt absolutely terrible inside, clutching the bedsheet tightly, is even dad disgusted with me? He used to say my personality was cheerful and lively, but now he's dissatisfied?
At this moment, the phone rang, and Yang Dongfeng answered it: "Hello..."
"Let Yang Yun answer the phone!" Yang Xiong's voice was like an enraged lion, almost deafening: "I don't have time to talk to you, let her answer the phone. The good daughter you've raised! She's completely lost face for our Yang Family!"
Not knowing what trouble his daughter had gotten into again, Yang Dongfeng called for Yang Yun.
Upon hearing it was her grandfather, Yang Yun hurriedly ran over, grabbing the phone to act coy: "Grandpa, why are you only calling me now..."
"You shameless thing! What exactly are you doing in the provincial capital!" Yang Xiong roared.
The voice was so loud that even Yang Dongfeng could hear it.
