C917 No Gratitude

"Dad, good morning." Jing Hui said, her mood fluctuating between good and bad. She didn't know what to say, so it was better not to say it. After all, Jing Hong was their precious son.

"You got up so early. What's the matter?" Jing's father said indifferently, but there was still a hint of concern in his tone.

"It's nothing! "If you're awake, then you're awake