Ye Qian sat on the sofa in the living room for a long time before her mood slowly calmed down. She kept telling herself not to panic; the more tense the situation, the more she needed to stay composed. Meanwhile, the bedroom door was tightly closed, making it impossible to hear what was being said inside.
Inside the bedroom, Wu Mengyi pulled up a chair to sit next to the bed, looking at her son who sat on the bed glaring. After a long while, she let out a gentle sigh, "Zhiyuan, Mom knows you're feeling bad. Anyone would feel bad in this situation, but you have to think positively. With your dad being on top of things, the impact won't be too great. You should look at the brighter side and also humbly admit your mistakes in front of others. That's the only way people will see your good character."
"Mom, don't worry about me, I'm fine. It's just this moment, I'm annoyed by Ye Qian." This was the first time Liu Zhiyuan said something bad about his wife in front of his mother.