"Dad, I saw Mom sneaking a look at her phone just now!" Little Douya declared righteously, showing no signs of "favoritism."
Huo Jingting's expression changed slightly, about to scold the person lying on the bed, when he saw Gu Nanqiao suddenly bursting into tears.
His anger was instantly held back, leaving him at a loss. He quickly pulled her into his arms, "I haven't even scolded you yet, why are you crying?"
Hearing his words, Gu Nanqiao felt even more aggrieved, crying even harder.
He wanted to scold her?
Out of the corner of his eye, Huo Jingting noticed the phone she placed beside her, which she hadn't had time to hide in her hurry.
"I've already been bored enough not being able to leave the house, and now you all won't even let me use my phone..."
Gu Nanqiao said, her voice choked with sobs, feeling increasingly wronged, and finally buried her entire face in his chest.
