Murong Yan had thought that she would get her father's praise if she made a meal for him proactively. At least, she would not be scolded for coming back late. However, her father's face changed color in an instant, which made her nervous.

"What am I doing wrong?"

The anger in Murong Haotian's eyes was getting more and more intense. He threw the chopsticks that he just picked up onto the table. The sudden sound almost scared her to jump up.

Murong ...