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Cyan Simurgh had just completed a report and returned to her home.
Although she hadn't been back for a long time, the results were the same; the room was very clean, with hardly any dust.
It was not her father who was a clean freak, but her mother.
In Cyan Simurgh's memories, most of her childhood was her mother complaining about her father not tidying up.
Then her father would cheerfully go clean.
When he was with her mother, her father's smile was always abundant, and Cyan Simurgh rarely saw her father angry.
Nor did he get anxious, as a shareholder of a major company, he had long achieved financial freedom and held some power, he appeared to handle everything effortlessly.
Until the day her mother had the accident.
Her father was at a loss, agitated like a greenhorn.
