Throughout the evening, although Song Crystal had only made one sale, it still gave everyone hope.
Jiaqi returned home and, diverging from her usual capricious behavior, took up the role of the obedient child. She helped her mother with her slippers and poured water for her father, a perfect picture of sensibility and sweetness.
However, a full half-day of busyness did not elicit a smile from her parents.
Her father furrowed his brows and headed straight to the study, while her mother plopped onto the sofa with a vacant stare.
The vast living room was so quiet, it was as if no one was there.
Jiaqi had just poured a glass of juice and hadn't even made it to the living room when she heard a furious roar.
"Old Song, get out here! Besides hiding, what else can you do?"
Boss Song threw down his handbag and charged toward the study.
"Mom, Dad..."
Her words were cut short by her mother's loud voice.
