Upstairs in the hotel, warm white lights illuminate the rooms.

Father Liu sat down on the thick, soft, white bed and looked at the door with a rather ugly expression on his face.

"Look at your daughter. She let a few of us wait for her. You're really doing her such a great honor!" He put his hands in front of him, bent his back and curled up his body. When he said this, his lips turned outward with a gloomy expression.

When Liu's mother heard the accusation, she lowered her eyes and said nothing. She carefully packed the package she brought. There were several plastic bags in it containing food brought from her hometown. She wanted to take the things out, but hesitated for a moment and put them back.

"Dad, my sister is probably busy. She will be back soon if we wait a little longer." Liu Qingyun stood by the bed, playing with his mobile phone and gave casual advice without raising his head.

Just at this moment, a figure with hurried footsteps walked into the room from outside in the corridor.

When Liu Miaomiao pushed the door open, she saw that the atmosphere in the hotel room was a bit tense. Father Liu looked up at her and snorted coldly.

Her expression was calm, and she only pursed her lips when she saw this. She closed the door to block out the sound before taking two steps inside. She said in a cold voice, "Dad, Mom, is there something wrong with you coming here so suddenly this time?"

"What's with that tone of your voice? Did we do anything wrong in coming to see you?" Father Liu got furious when he heard this and yelled at her with a frown.

Seeing this, Liu's mother, who had been silent on the side, came over and pulled her hand, and whispered with disapproval on her face: "Ni'er, how can you talk to your father like that? Apologize to your father quickly."

Here it comes again, that sad and stinging feeling!

Liu Miaomiao's wrist was held by Liu's mother's rough, warm hand, but her heart was in great pain for a moment. She frowned and endured it until she got used to the feeling. She shook off Liu's mother's hand and said coldly, "I didn't do anything wrong, and I don't need to apologize."

The warmth from Liu's mother's slightly rough palm disappeared, and the pain in her heart seemed to dissipate a lot.

Liu Miaomiao distanced herself from her mother, raised her eyes and looked at her father calmly, saying, "Dad, stop yelling. I came here hoping to have a good talk, not dwell on this attitude issue."

This was like adding fuel to the fire. Father Liu's expression became even more furious. He raised his finger and pointed at her and shouted, "Okay, you little bitch, you've gone too far. Today I'm going to teach you how to talk to your elders."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and strode over, raising his hand to slap Liu Miaomiao in the face. His honest and simple yellow face was ferocious and filled with anger.

Liu's mother and Liu Qingyun, who was sitting beside the bed, finally reacted and hurried over to stop Liu's father's actions.

It was a pity that he was a step too slow. Father Liu's thick and powerful palm, with the wind, was about to slap Liu Miaomiao in the face in the next second.

Both Liu's mother and Liu Qingyun realized what was going to happen next second, and paused in their attempts to stop him, unable to bear to watch.

After a few seconds of pause, they didn't hear the sound of the slap falling. They both looked over and widened their eyes in surprise.

In the room, Father Liu's hand was held by a pale and thin hand.

It was Liu Miaomiao. She nonchalantly clamped down on the slap that Liu's father was about to throw, preventing the slap from coming down in the end.

"Dad, I hope you can sit down and let's have a good talk." Liu Miaomiao threw her wrist aside, looked at her father's pale face with cold eyes, and repeated it again.

"Dad, my sister is right. Let's sit down and talk slowly." Liu Qingyun was surprised, then he came to his senses and went up to hold his father's arm, persuading him to sit back down.

Liu's mother had been lowering her head, but now she raised her head and looked at Liu Miaomiao with some shock. In that moment, she felt that her daughter had become much more unfamiliar.

"Nier..." Mother Liu opened her mouth and wanted to go forward and pull her daughter, asking her to speak softly and not argue with her father.

Liu Miaomiao took a step back and dodged.

She didn't look at Liu's mother's expression. She looked at Liu's father with her hands folded in front of her. She said calmly, "Dad, I think I know why you came here."

"I haven't sent money home for a while. Is this the reason?" She curled her lips into a silent smile.

"Nier, aren't your parents worried that something happened to you? Why did you suddenly disappear without a trace?"

Mother Liu explained in a soft voice. She glanced at Father Liu and sighed, "Don't be angry with your father. He has a bad temper. As his daughter, you should give in to him."

After hearing this, Liu Miaomiao felt a dull pain in her heart again. She clenched her hands and said nothing.

"Hmph! Which child is as unfilial as you? You have a bad temper, but all he asks you to do is mail 3,000 yuan home every month. Then do you pay tens or even hundreds of thousands of yuan for other children?" Father Liu sat down and talked to her, his voice getting louder and louder, and in the end he was almost yelling.

He raised his finger and pointed at Liu Miaomiao, scolding her, "Come on, you act like you're so great. How come your mother and I got any credit from you?"

Andy Lau, who was standing by, watched the standoff, looking at his father and then at Liu Miaomiao, hesitating and not daring to speak.

Liu Miaomiao watched as her father pointed at her and yelled at her. Seeing his true face of self-abasement and arrogance beneath the facade, she couldn't help but smile. Then she said calmly, "Dad, that three thousand yuan isn't a lot, but it's the majority of my monthly salary. I only keep less than half of that for myself every month."

"I only have less than 1,500 yuan a month to pay rent and live. Have you ever cared about how I survive every month?"

Without waiting for Father Liu's response, she continued, "You didn't. You even...felt that the money was a little too little."

"Yes, I can't afford tens or even hundreds of thousands of dollars like you said. I'm just an ordinary person." Liu Miaomiao paused for a moment and said, "But I tried my best. I haven't spent a penny from my family since I went to college, right?!"

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