"Honey, I didn't want to either," Zhou Yunmeng said, her voice trembling with tears. "But Qian locked herself in her room as soon as she came back, crying uncontrollably. I couldn't get her to open the door, and I was worried something might happen to her..."

"What happened?" Han Guosheng pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know either,” Zhou Yunmeng sniffed. “She said she was going to the orphanage to do volunteer work, but she came back in just two hours. She came back crying and said she didn’t want to live anymore, and then she locked herself in her room. I’m so scared of her…”

Han Guosheng sighed, "I'll go back in a bit." He still loved his eldest daughter very much; after all, she was his first child, so he couldn't bear to see anything happen to her.

Moreover, the child has never seemed to lose control like this before, so he must have encountered some past difficulties.

An hour later.

South Korea won and entered the house.

"Brother Sheng." Zhou Yunmeng greeted him anxiously, handing him slippers. "It's been almost three hours, and they still won't open the door. They're still crying."

"I'll go upstairs and take a look." Han Guosheng went upstairs, and sure enough, he heard crying from inside the house as soon as he got to the door. He quickly knocked on the door and said, "Qian, it's your father. Open the door and tell me what's wrong."

The crying inside finally stopped. Just when Zhou Yunmeng thought her daughter wouldn't open the door, it opened, and Han Xueqian threw herself into Han Guosheng's arms: "Dad, you have to stand up for me! I can't live with myself anymore..."

Han Guosheng patted his daughter on the back: "Okay, crying won't solve anything. Tell Daddy what's wrong."

Han Xueqian nodded, tidied herself up, and then followed them downstairs, while the maid went upstairs to tidy up the room.

"Are you serious?" Han Guosheng's eyes widened when he heard Han Xueqian's words. "She really said she's going to sell her shares to Qianjin Group?"

"She said that a portion of my money belongs to her, and she's unhappy to see me spend it. She suggested I sell it, saying that President Yan is very interested and she wants to sell it... Oh, and she also mentioned Chairman Pang, who seems interested too..." Han Xueqian said aggrievedly, "Dad, every time she sees me, no matter the occasion, she says I'm a burden with an unlucky father. If this continues, I won't be able to find a partner... Waaah..." She started crying again.

"That idiot!" Han Guosheng took a deep breath and cursed with a ferocious expression.

"Husband," Zhou Yunmeng said anxiously, "if this continues, it will be difficult for Qianqian to arrange a marriage. The Mo family seemed to be interested in Qianqian before, but then nothing happened, and there's also the Wei family..."

South Korea remains silent.

"Also, whether it's that President Yan or that Chairman Pang, they both don't get along with you. If that girl really sells the shares to them, then..." Zhou Yunmeng knew what this man cared about most.

"I know." Han Guosheng finally responded, getting up and pacing back and forth twice. "The company is mine, no one can take it away." He was about to leave, but stopped after a couple of steps. "Qian, don't cry. Don't worry, I'll clear your name soon. Also, Director Wang Jiamin has a film in pre-production, and I've secured you a third female lead role. Go and test the waters..."

"Thank you, Dad." Han Xueqian was finally happy.

Le Yao had already returned to Longting and was preparing to do her summer homework when the old phone rang.