Mr. Yun withdrew his gaze and continued slowly, "Over the years, my wife and I have never seen through you. We were the ones who were blind."

Yun Yiyi was shocked. Without thinking of anything else, she hurriedly knelt down at her father's feet.

She pleaded, "Father, you and Mother watched me grow up. You must know my personality very well. How could you say that, Father?"

"Yes, when you were little, your mother praised you for being well-behaved and considerate, saying that daughters are like warm little cotton-padded jackets, while sons are like drafty little jackets..."

Haha, now it seems that's not entirely true.

Your two sons, far away on the border, still send letters back from time to time to say hello, but your mother has been ill for so long, and you've visited her only a handful of times. You truly are a good daughter.

Upon hearing this, Yun Yiyi straightened up, grabbed her father's sleeve, and cried, saying:

"Father, you've misunderstood me. It's not that I don't want to visit Mother, it's just that Mother herself said I'm frail and she's afraid I'll pass on my illness to her, so she specifically told me not to go. She also told me to rest well..."

Yun's father tilted his head back, closed his eyes, then opened them again. A flash of pain crossed his eyes, followed by a surge of anger. He raised his hand...

*Smack!*

The slap was crisp and loud!

Yun Yiyi was slapped hard by her father and knocked to the ground.

"Ah, Father, Father... Waaah, why did you hit me? What did I do wrong?" Yun Yiyi screamed and cried.

Yun Yiyi tried to get up and reach for her father's sleeve, but was intimidated by his fierce gaze.

He could only pull his hand back, cover the half of his face that had been hit, and lie on the ground crying.

Yun's father roared, "My wife and I aren't dead yet, what are you crying about?"