C280 Arguments

Back home, Qiao Chen opened the door with the key. His wife was in the kitchen.

"Dad!" A little girl about seven or eight years old jumped down from the sofa and ran in front of Qiao Chen.

Qiao Chen smiled and squatted down to touch his daughter's forehead. "Daughter, why haven't you slept yet? It's already so late."

The little girl replied, "I'm doing homework