Do you guys know? At that moment, when your grandfather heard this, he was so furious that he couldn't restrain his anger. He casually asked me, "Oh? So it was your bedroom trash can that was full, huh? I thought you tripped and fell in the middle of the night!"
"How could that be, Dad? I was just thinking of going downstairs to throw out the trash. You go to sleep first; I'll be right back!" As soon as I finished speaking, I wanted to run off, but how could he let me pass so easily?
My father spoke up, stopping me, and asked slowly, "Wait a moment, Zhentian, I'd like to ask you a question. Could you possibly answer it for your father?"
At that time, I knew it wasn't going to be anything good when my father said that, so I could only brace myself and reply, "Of course, Dad, please go ahead!"
"Zhentian, are you rich?" My dad opened with this question, catching me a bit off guard.
