"Qianqian!" Han Cheng's expression changed slightly, "You're thirteen now, not a toddler who doesn't understand anything. The fact that Dad can sit here and talk to you face to face means I respect you, but you can't throw tantrums just because of that, understand?"
Han Qian started sobbing loudly, "I don't understand, I don't want to understand! I only know this is Dad's and my home. I don't want strangers moving in!"
Standing up, Han Bin was obviously losing patience. He said, "I've already promised Aunt Feng. This afternoon, she's going to bring her daughter to our home."
"I hate you!"
Han Qian glared fiercely at Han Bin, her father, then got up and ran upstairs to the second floor.
At the staircase upstairs, she ran into Feng Lu. Han Qian wiped her tears away and snapped at Feng Lu, "I will never let you be my stepmother. And you're a bad woman, shameless, and your kid is just as shameless!"
