Ye He Ping's voice wasn't loud, but it was full of concern, making Ye Ling's eyes redden. She turned her head away silently, while Ye He Ping let out a deep sigh.
"Dad knows you're angry. Let's take this opportunity to talk about what's been weighing on your mind."
"There's nothing weighing on my mind." Ye Ling replied indifferently, unaware that her demeanor clearly showed she was sulking.
Ye He Ping watched as his daughter rarely revealed her childlike side, and a smile appeared on his face. "Is it because I asked you to come home before college? I regretted asking you after I did; I know you won't forgive me, and I don't blame you. If it weren't for your mother going too far, you wouldn't refuse to come home. I didn't understand your feelings and kept hoping to ease things between you and your father, but I never looked for the root cause."
