The medicine was too potent; it was originally something Quan Feifei intended to use to conquer Quan Jinbei.
Unexpectedly, it brought misery upon herself.
Thus, when Quan Chengyi came upstairs, what he saw was Quan Feifei lying on the ground, rubbing herself against the cold corner of the table without a thread on her, and her clothes from today scattered beside her.
What surprised him the most was the tiny piece of cloth, no bigger than the size of his palm, scattered on the floor.
Being a man, he naturally knew what it was.
He had not anticipated that under his own daughter's gown, she would be wearing such indecent attire!
Quan Chengyi was not an old-fashioned man.
Under normal circumstances, he would not interfere with whatever Quan Feifei wanted to wear.
It's normal for a young girl to like pretty dresses; he could totally understand that.
But now!
The state Quan Feifei was in was clearly not right.
