C165 A Vent

Even if she hadn't been asleep, Yang Xue couldn't possibly be as she was now, enduring her father's incessant tirades and the occasional belittling comment aimed at her.

Ah, the fabled good father—apparently, nothing more than a myth!

Yang Xue sat silently in a corner of the sofa, glancing at the business news on the TV and then at her irate father. She lowered her gaze, lost in thought