The pair of chopsticks was new, the ends engraved with the pinyin initials of a name.
She recognized the name. It was the daughter of a colleague her father had mentioned once.
For the first time, Cao Daqiang felt so guilty in front of his daughter that he couldn't look her in the eye.
The domineering air he usually had when he lost his temper and scolded people at home was completely gone. Now, he was like a child who had done something wrong.
He quickly shielded the woman behind him, trying to put on a brave face and coax his daughter into leaving.
"It's nothing. This is just my kid, being immature and throwing a tantrum."
As he spoke, he gently pushed the woman's shoulder, signaling for her to go into the bedroom.
But the woman didn't move. She just leaned out from behind him, staring at Cao Jiajia.
But how could Cao Jiajia listen to reason at a time like this?
Her mind was filled with rage. She stormed into the room and started smashing whatever she could see.
