Seeing his mother like this, Hua Yulin smiled wryly. He looked at his father, who was still sipping tea and reading the newspaper, and asked, "Dad, aren't you going to stop her?"
Hua Zhiqiang just lifted his head, looked at his bewildered second son, and said in a grave and meaningful tone, "Men handle outside affairs; women handle inside affairs. When it comes to matters at home, your mother has the final say."
'The truth was,' he thought, 'you can never win an argument with a woman at home over these kinds of things. It's better not to say anything from the start, since no major problems will come of it anyway. My second son isn't married yet. Once he is, he'll understand the profound meaning behind it all.'
Hua Zhiqiang would never admit that he couldn't win an argument against Feng Wanru and was simply unwilling to waste his breath on her.
Hua Yulin was baffled. 'His father's words seem to hold some deeper meaning!'
