After bidding farewell to his friends, Zhang Hao drunkenly stumbled into a cab, luckily still remembering where he lived.
Swaying as he got out of the taxi, swaying as he entered the elevator, and then swaying to his door.
By this time, a very dazed Zhang Hao didn't have the energy to open the door and could only knock.
If Liang Yan were in the living room, she would likely hear the knocking, but she was in the study, deep in discussion with Zhang Dong about how to educate Zhang Hao.
Liang Yan agreed with Zhang Dong's ideas of keeping a close eye on Zhang Hao's studies, at least to get him into college.
But she didn't agree with such harsh demands, "You know Xiao Hao, he's always been easygoing."
"If you suddenly become so strict, I'm worried he won't like it." By then, her son would definitely be unhappy, after all, wouldn't she be the one to suffer for it?
"A lenient mother spoils the child," Zhang Dong was displeased.
