The words that came out of Feng Ju's mouth were still the same old clichés, like those old tunes that had rung in the ears countless times, devoid of any freshness.
However, the tone, usually tinged with authority, indifference, and even a hint of annoyance, had somehow turned so gentle over time.
Feng Yuhuai almost suspected that her ears were malfunctioning, suddenly feeling that her father's attitude towards her brother was also very unfamiliar to her.
Her temples pulsed rapidly like drumbeats, each beat sending a warning to her brain.
At this moment, Feng Yuhuai felt as if her mind was bearing immense pressure, like a server on the verge of crashing, slightly overloaded.
Various pieces of information and emotions surged into her mind like a tide, stimulating her brain.
Her thoughts seemed like a tangled mess of threads, the previously orderly logic now caught in chaos, starting to stutter.
