Han Jianyou didn't think that he did anything wrong. He had been hoping for his family to pay for his fees for a while now, and they didn't do it. How could this be blamed on him? This was too much. It was unfair. He felt like a withered cabbage about whom no one cared. And on top of it, his sister started beating him the second she saw him. She didn't ask him how he was or how he was doing; she just started beating him.
He felt so wronged that he wanted to cry, but Han Jianyou didn't want to give the satisfaction of crying to his sister. He pursed his lips and glared at her angrily.
