"Madam, please don't think like that, Madam, Su Qin is back. Whatever issues your family has, talk it out!"
The servants had already fainted from fright.
The next second, accompanied by the sound of the door opening, Su Qin walked in from outside.
When he saw the scene inside the room, he couldn't even believe his own eyes. He hadn't expected such turmoil in the room: all the servants had their hands outstretched with anxious expressions on their faces, standing at the bottom of the staircase, while Ning Fu on the second floor was crying dreadfully, her hair in disarray, as if poised to jump down.
And standing at the entrance of the ground floor room was his eldest daughter, Su Zhiruan.
"What's going on here?"
He didn't even bother to change his shoes, he strode forward, setting down his briefcase.
"What are you doing?"
