"Qianqian, my poor Qianqian, who on earth with a black heart dares to treat my son like this, are they tired of living?!"
Tan's father came from a small place, while Tan's mother, although she's lived here for two years, could sometimes still put on an act of a wealthy lady. But her background is still her background, and when agitated, she reverts to her old ways.
She cursed incessantly, each word nastier than the last.
Tan's father, beside her, listened with trepidation as his eyelids twitched uncontrollably. He discreetly pinched Tan's mother, making her yelp, and after she stopped cursing, he turned to Duan Qianyang with a sycophantic smile: "Mr. Duan, what brings you here..."
Duan Qianyang was unfazed by Tan's mother's invectives. He glanced indifferently at Tan's father, who wore a fawning smile, pointed at the bed where Tan Qian lay, and recounted the events that occurred at Qing University's sports field today, concluding with, "See how you want to handle this."
