"I've already expressed my disapproval. Can't you tell??" Mr. York stood at the bathroom door with his hands behind his back, watching his daughter brushing her teeth. "You, a lovely young lady, why can't you pay a little attention to your appearance??"
"Oh, Dad, I'm quite conscious of my appearance when I'm at school..." With her mouth full of foam, Vivian York mumbled to her dad, "But since I'm at home, I just relaxed a little... Besides, I just woke up. What image are you talking about?"
"You still have a point, huh??" Mr. York listened to her and couldn't help puffing his beard and glaring at her.
"Alright, alright, Dad, go watch the news on the sofa. I'll finish brushing my teeth quickly and change into some decent clothes, okay??" Vivian spoke to her dad while brushing her teeth, "Give me ten minutes, alright??"
"You..." Mr. York sighed, completing his daily routine of nagging, and then turned around with his hands behind his back and walked to the living room.
