"Good morning Father..." Her voice was shaky like someone caught doing something terrible.
"Good morning, I can see you are up and ready, I will wait for you downstairs to have your breakfast!" He strolled out of the room and over to the corridor. Went over to Minghao's bedroom.
He knocked at the door before getting inside, "Father, I'm ready, but I don't seem to find some of my books!" She had been searching for them but couldn't see where she had put them.
"Books? When you came back home last time from school, were they with you? Did you pack them or you could have accidentally left them on your desk!" He slightly frowned, with a busy and emotional weekend, they didn't remember to pack and check their books.
"I did, Father; I did pack all the books!" She could vividly recall that.