Ming Ge flicked her hair and fanned her face with her hand until the temperature on her cheeks cooled down before she finally opened the door—
"Morning, Dad."
"It's not early, it's ten o'clock! Hurry up and get up for breakfast!" Ming Zhiyuan, who usually lived a healthy lifestyle, occasionally went through a night of drinking and still didn't show any signs of tiredness, his voice full of vigor.
Ming Ge said, "It's already ten, it's not breakfast time anymore, might as well eat lunch."
"We have to eat no matter how late it is," Ming Zhiyuan insisted.
Ming Ge just wanted to quickly send her nagging father away, "Alright, alright, eat, eat, eat, Dad, you go downstairs first, I need to change clothes."
But Ming Zhiyuan caught sight of something with sharp eyes, "Wait... Xiaoge, what's with your neck?"
Ming Ge felt a 'thud' in her heart.
