Qiao Dongliang was a traditional man. He had never stepped inside his daughters' room before.
Last time round was the first time he had stepped into his elder daughter's room; and today was the first time he went into the younger daughter's room.
Because of this, Qiao Dongliang was shocked when he saw that Nan Nan's room was only a third the size of Zijin's room. In fact, his study room was twice as big as hers.
"Dad." Qiao Nan did not answer but stared at Qiao Dongliang, wondering what was the matter.
"Nan Nan, wait a minute." The younger daughter might be used to it and have no grievances but Qiao Dongliang could not bear it.
Without a word, Qiao Dongliang went into the study room, packed everything and put it in the living room.
He then dismantled Qiao Nan's bed and brought it piece by piece to the study room.
