The Price of Being Pretty

3

I didn't leave my home and went back to another home until it was getting dark.

"Why did you come back so late?"

A fat middle-aged man was sitting in the living room on the first floor, staring at his cell phone. Nobody knew what he was looking at.

This was Ainsley's father, Trent Tanner.

My current body couldn't help but get nervous. It seemed that Ainsley was afraid of her father.

"Dad, I hung out with my friends and forgot the time, so I came back a little late. I won't do that next time."

I was on good terms with my parents. We could play and joke like good friends.

It seemed that this was not the case in Ainsley's family.

But after all, Trent was Ainsley's biological father. There should be no big conflicts between them. Therefore, I subconsciously begged him for forgiveness like a spoiled child.

Trent seemed to be a little surprised and looked back at me. But when he saw my appearance, he felt a little disgusted.

"Then go to bed early."