When Xu Qiguang saw his daughter, Changqing, grab his arm with one hand while the other fiddled with her hat as if she wanted to scratch her head, flashing him a sheepish, half-spoken smile, he immediately had a bad feeling.
Don't be fooled by his Changqing's usual calm and sensible demeanor. She rarely did anything reckless enough to make him worry, but "rarely" didn't mean "never"—it just meant the probability was extremely low.
The last time she'd made this exact face was when she'd turned around and sold the complimentary soap and other items he'd brought home from work, all without his permission and in the blink of an eye.
Whenever this expression appeared on his Changqing's face, it meant she had done something she felt guilty about and wanted to confess to her old man, but was too embarrassed to say it out loud.
But he was getting sidetracked.
"Spit it out."
