Father Wen glanced in the direction of the bedroom, noticing that he had closed the door tightly when he came out. He let out a sigh of relief, handed a few tissues to Wen Yating, and put on a paternal expression as he asked, "Why are you crying now? Who bullied my precious daughter? Tell me, and I'll stand up for you."
"Who else but that man Zhong Boyu." Wen Yating blew her nose aggressively with the tissue, speaking in a tearful voice.
Hearing Zhong Boyu's name from Wen Yating's mouth, Father Wen furrowed his brows, feeling a vague sense of foreboding, but he still tried to ask calmly, "What did he do to make you so upset?"
With reddened eyes, Wen Yating glanced at Father Wen, and then began to recount everything that had happened in the styling room, crying as she spoke, completely oblivious to the increasingly grim look on Father Wen's face.
