Sheng Yueyue was already seething with resentment. Seeing her dad's grim face, she jumped. "Dad..."
Mr. Sheng walked towards her without a word. He moved extremely slowly, step by step, yet his presence was overwhelmingly oppressive.
She was forced into a corner of the courtyard with nowhere left to retreat, and he was already standing before her.
"Sheng Yueyue..."
Mr. Sheng finally spoke, his voice hoarse and low.
Hearing that familiar yet strange voice, Sheng Yueyue was overcome with a complex, indescribable emotion.
They were father and daughter.
Once, her father had treated her like the apple of his eye, showering her with care and affection. How could he have suddenly become like this?
Her dad had even given up his dignity for her, bowing and apologizing to the lower-class people in the compound.
But now, Sheng Yueyue found his face so strange, so terrifying.
He said her name, his voice still gentle, but his tone carried a chilling indifference and disgust.
