Feeling extremely downcast and anxious, Qiao Shishi didn't have the energy to answer Deputy Head Qiao's questions. "I'm a bit tired, I want to go back to sleep."
"You're tired? Tell me, why are you tired?" Deputy Head Qiao's eyes blazed with anger as he questioned loudly, his voice thunderous.
For a moment, the entire room seemed silent, so quiet that even the leaves of the green plants trembled in fear.
Qiao Shishi swallowed hard, standing on the stairs and staring motionlessly at her father.
Her father was truly angry, extremely angry.
Having done something wrong, she felt guilty and silently lowered her head.
Deputy Head Qiao asked again. "Tell me, why are you tired!"
Qiao Shishi blinked gently. "I was filming all night. How could I not be tired?"
Deputy Head Qiao was so furious that his chest heaved up and down as he struggled to suppress his rage. "You were filming all night? Were you really filming?"
