"Dad!"
Han Qian suddenly raised her voice, which undoubtedly pulled Han Bin's thoughts back. He met his daughter Han Qian's gaze, slightly frowning: "If you have something to say, speak properly. Is there a need to shout like this?"
"I have been talking to you properly, but did you listen?" Han Qian threw a tantrum. She widened her eyes, "Anyway, you cannot marry that woman, or I'll cry and complain to grandpa and grandma about you!"
Upon hearing this, Han Bin slammed the chopsticks in his hand on the dining table with a "bang," and said with a cold face: "Is this your attitude when speaking to me?"
Han Qian "hummed" without any hint of fear and rattled on: "She is a bad woman. I've seen her at the school gate talking with Luo Minghan and Luo Mingwei from my class. I hate Luo Mingwei. She is in cahoots with her, so I want to hate her too!"
"Luo Minghan, Luo Mingwei?"
Han Bin's expression slightly changed: "You were classmates in elementary school, right?"
