The roots of Zhangs also runs deep.

After searching for her for the entire day, Zhang Xiaotong was finally at home. Zhang Qian Lan was fuming in rage, but the girl was not even answering her one question. 

"Xiaotong, are you even going to tell me where you were from last night and why was your phone coming off? Do you even have any idea what has been going on in the company? Your father is coming back and I don't know how things will turn out?" 

"..." 

"Xiaotong, are you even hearing what I am saying? I am talking to you. Your father is coming back and he sounded really off. Do you even know what that means? Tell me, did you do anything?" She asked, almost yelling her lungs out. 

But still, Zhang Xiaotong said nothing. She just sat there nonchalantly as if she was not a bit concerned about all the stress her mother was having at the moment. And her such attitude further escalated the worries of the woman. 

"Xiaotong, you …"