Sunlight slanted through the carved wooden windows, leaving dappled shadows.
Mr. Shen was not obsequious outside, yet he was very good at lowering himself. However, at home, while he might change his mind over small matters, when it came to important ones, his word was law.
At this moment, he was very imposing.
"Where do you think this is? Who are you throwing a tantrum for?"
He increasingly found Shen Zhiyi an eyesore.
What has this daughter done over the years to truly satisfy him, apart from causing trouble?
"What is it? Speak!"
Mr. Shen warned, "If it happens again, you won't be forgiven."
Separated by a desk, Shen Zhiyi sat with her makeup meticulously applied, looking down at Mr. Shen, who was sitting.
There was not the slightest hint of panic.
Her lips, painted a vibrant red, moved as she spoke coldly.
"I thought my father was muddle-headed and easily swayed. But at least he was passable."
Most men in this world are like that; few are truly good.
