"Why aren't you rolling over here faster?!"
Song Huaizhong roared again, staring fiercely at Song Anqi, who was so frightened by his shout that she burrowed into Jiang Lan's arms.
"Mom, save me!"
Song Anqi clutched Jiang Lan's hem, trembling in fear, occasionally glancing at her father with a pale face begging for mercy.
"Dad, don't be angry. Those are all fake. Can't you trust your own daughter?"
If she didn't lie like this, maybe Song Huaizhong wouldn't be so angry.
But seeing Song Anqi looking so pitiful at that moment, he would remember the contrast in the pictures, with expressions so different from the one she had now...
Instantly, anger surged up within his chest again.
"Why don't you stand here right now?!" Song Huaizhong pointed in front of himself, shouting at Song Anqi.
"Old Song, you, don't do this, you'll scare Angie. She's still young, still a child, and has been pampered at home, she doesn't know anything..."
