Zhou Jian Kong sat as still as a statue, his gaze disapproving and a rather upset. "I told you not to come, and yet, you actually have the face to come and ruin this day for her too? Haven't you done enough?" The woman flinches back at the accusation and disappointment in his voice, her head lowers further, the gift in her hands almost falling out of her hands as it seemed to be heavier than lead. Jian Kong sighed softly while massaging his temples lightly, "Yun Yi."
Xiang Yun Yi shrank back, her voice was as quiet and timid as a mouse. "Father-in-law..." He looks over the sleep-deprived woman and her pitiful attempts at covering the bags beneath her eyes with makeup. Today she was dressed in plain white, her hair had lost its luster that rich people had. Though it had no white hairs he could see the exhaustion and depression taking effect on her. He hated to admit it but though he blamed them for Hua Fan's current state, he could not help feeling sympathy for this woman too.
