Wu Hao watched his daughter go back to her room to study and glanced at Feng Min, who was busy in the kitchen.
He didn't want to speak to her at first, but thinking about her attitude today, he felt it was necessary to have a talk.
"Feng Min, I think we need to talk," Wu Hao said indifferently, leaning against the kitchen door.
Feng Min, with her back to him, had a sudden change in expression upon hearing this, and one could tell she knew exactly what he was about to say.
"Talk about what?" Feng Min asked unbothered.
"Are you going to tell me that I have a bad temper?"
"Going to say that I shouldn't lose my temper at the kids? Before you say these things, take a look at our family's money, and our expenses."
"If it weren't for all the trouble from your family, all the social obligations, your parents not feeling well and needing to buy all sorts of tonics and nutritional products, would our finances be this tight?"
