Qianyu's Father, Changed

Qiao An said nothing. She knew that Qianyu needed time to digest this bizarre and ridiculous speculation. Then she needed Qianyu to confirm if her speculation was right.

Qianyu sat on the chair dejectedly. At this moment, those clear images from her childhood were imprinted in her mind.

Her father had really loved them until she was six years old. Every time he got off work, he would run over from afar to hug them and kiss their foreheads. He would even secretly take out his paltry savings to buy toys for her and her sister.

He would even remind them in extreme fear, "Dad only has this little bit of private money. Don't tell Mom. Otherwise, if Mom searches Dad's salary, I won't have the money to buy beautiful hair ornaments for my babies."

At that time, his father was a classic henpecked man.

He loved his wife and was most afraid of her getting angry. As soon as he got home, he would fight to help her do housework.