Ding Muyun gritted her teeth in resentment, but said nothing more.

Seeing her daughter like this, Ji Tianyuan sighed and then told her, "Remember my words, if you can't get your father to forgive you, then Mom won't forgive you either."

"Mom, don't worry, I will do it." Ding Muyun felt that if she acted cute, her father would forgive her as before.

"Okay, Mom believes you."

Ji Tianyuan patted her daughter's shoulder, but sighed inwardly.

She thought of her nephew's words. Could it be that she really spoiled her daughter too much?

The head of the Ding family did not come downstairs for dinner.

Ji Tianyuan brought the food to the room.

Coming downstairs, he saw Ding Muyun and said, "Your father is in the study upstairs. Go and beg him for forgiveness."

"Oh." Ding Muyun nodded.

Then he got up and went upstairs, knocking on the study door.

The door was ajar, and no one spoke from inside, except for a soft cough.

"Dad, I'm coming in!"

Ding Muyun pushed open the door and entered. She immediately noticed that her father looked terrible, and her heart jumped.

She knew her father was genuinely angry.

"Dad, are you feeling unwell?"

Am I feeling unwell?

The head of the Ding family retorted coldly, his sharp eyes filled with disappointment.

"Dad, please don't be angry. It was my fault. I'll accept whatever you want to do, even if you hit me or scold me. Please don't upset yourself."

Ding Muyun was terrified and immediately knelt on the ground.

"Dad, please forgive me. I promise I'll never do it again. Please don't be angry with me anymore, okay?"