"Second Young Lady, there's a call from home." In the Qin Family house, Qin Shuang came downstairs with a somber expression. Her personal secretary, seeing her ashen face, lowered his head.
"Who called?"
"Your father and your elder sister."
Qin Shuang initially didn't want to take the call, but she couldn't refuse calls from these two people.
"Let me take my father's call first." She went over, and the secretary handed her the red landline phone. "Dad..."
She had just begun to speak when an angry male voice came through, "Qin Shuang, look at what you've done! Did you inform me before you did this?"
"Dad, Mom knew about this." Qin Shuang couldn't mobilize the Qin Family's influence, but her mother could. For the sake of her son, Mrs. Qin wouldn't allow her only son, the family's sole heir, to marry a country girl.
