From yesterday until this evening, Mu Qiqi felt her head spinning.
She could not get over her anger and so she simply returned to the Shen family. She did not want to see the man who lied to her about everything.
Shen Jianchuan had built an antique collection room. When he saw his daughter return home, he only felt the sun rise from the west. "How long has it been since you've come back to see your father?"
"Aren't I here now?" Mu Qiqi sat on the chair and watched him wipe the antiques. "Father, your body has almost recovered now. Haven't you thought about finding another wife?"
Shen Jianchuan pushed the thin frame of his glasses and looked down at the antiques in his hands. "I'm already at this age. What else is there to look for? It's enough that I can miss your mother."
Mu Qiqi lay on the table, feeling very unhappy.
"Go and see your grandfather. I'll clean this up and come out for dinner."
"Okay."