Yang Kun was floored. He hadn't even made his move yet, and he was already reeling from the one-two punch delivered by his own parents.
"Wait, I'm your real son, aren't I? How can you have so little faith in me?" Yang Kun protested, his face flushing. It was human nature to be rebellious; the more you rejected him, the more he wanted to press forward.
Director Yang said, "I really don't. You don't work as hard as she does, nor are you as serious. You don't even have a clear direction in life yet. If I were to encourage this, wouldn't I just be pushing her into a pit of fire?"
"She's already had it hard enough."
Yang Kun hadn't been idle at the factory these past few days; he had found out every last detail about Han Tingting's family situation. It broke his heart. 'How could parents like that even exist? Just giving birth to a child but not raising her?'
