7 p.m.
Ye Lantian hadn't returned home yet, and no one was answering the phone. The Ye family was extremely worried.
Especially Ye Que, who suddenly stood up, ready to drive out and look for her personally.
Who knew, just as he reached the door and before he could open it, someone pushed it open from the other side.
Ye Lantian stood at the doorway with her backpack on, and upon seeing Ye Que, she gave a sweet smile and called out, "Dad, are you heading out?"
Seeing his daughter finally back, Ye Que breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to hold her in his arms.
"Where have you been? Why are you only back now when it's already dark?"
Ye Lantian stuck out her tongue and glanced outside, "Isn't it not dark yet?"
"Do you want to wait until your family dies of anxiety before coming back?" Ye Que's tone was cold, glaring at the little girl, wanting to be angry but unable to.
