Qu Yaotao and the others looked at their father and oldest brother playing charades. They seemed to have thought of something, but as it flashed through their minds, they did not catch anything.
"That girl?" Qu Yaotian suddenly thought of something. He looked at his father and asked, "Dad, that girl, she..."
Qu Yaotian had not finished speaking when Elder Qu interrupted him. "That won't happen. It's impossible for her," Elder Qu said firmly.
"Dad, what are you guys talking about? Tell us clearly." Qu Yaohui could not help but ask.
"That's right. Dad is really mean. He called us back and yet he still didn't tell us why clearly." Qu Yaotao muttered in a displeased tone.
