Deep into the night, outside the third-floor window of the villa, the rustling of tree leaves could be heard. Any ordinary girl might have already been whimpering for comfort, but this person was Deng Lishan. The reason she frequently looked outside was simply that the strong wind was a bit distracting while she was doing her homework.
Only after she had completed her tasks for the day did she have the leisure to wander around the villa.
Besides the room she was staying in, everywhere else was full of Deng Cong's presence. Even though it was regularly maintained, there were areas where the smell of tobacco could not be concealed.
There were many scripts scattered around the house—none of which interested Deng Lishan—but a family portrait in the living room was the only thing that stirred her emotions. It was a photo of their family of four.
Despite this, she still did not know how to face her father.
