Zhang Ming had never seen his parents like this, crying like fools, in his memory. They were always glamorous.
His father was always a successful man, calm at all times, whereas his mother was always fashionably dressed, never leaving the house without makeup.
But now, both of them had red-rimmed eyes, their eyes in disarray, tears streaming down with accompanying snot.
No matter how he looked at it, they didn't seem like his parents. But when they started hitting him, he was sure they were indeed his real parents.
"If we don't hit you, you won't take your life seriously. We're scared. You should just continue living aimlessly off us. Yueyue doesn't mind you, and I can raise her, can't I?"
Mr. Zhang was terrified and spoke up directly. He no longer hoped for a good son from strict discipline; now his only requirement for Zhang Ming was just to live.
"No. Please, no, Mom and Dad. Stop. I don't want to hear her name ever again. You don't even know how disgusting she is."
