Ding Jiayi was furious, but she dared not speak up. She could only suppress her frustration and speak nicely to Qiao Nan.
Qiao Dongliang put down the cup, his expression serious. "Zijin, do you think what your mother said is appropriate?"
"…" Qiao Zijin pursed her lips and was extremely reluctant to answer this question.
"Since you don't say anything, it means that you agree that it is not appropriate as well. Okay, then we shall not have any more discussion about this." Qiao Dongliang stood up with difficulty. "Nan Nan, help me back to the room. All of you can go to bed earlier."
"Okay, Dad." Qiao Nan helped Qiao Dongliang stand and supported him back to the room.
