"How is Sheng Ning?" Meng Ping asked with no expression on his face.
"Not so good!"
"What?" Meng Ping tried to sit up eagerly, the movement jolting his rib injury, causing heart-wrenching pain, as cold sweat covered his forehead. "Hiss..."
"Do you want to end up in the operating room again?" Meng Xingzhi hurriedly helped him lie down. "Behave yourself, look at yourself. I never expected the Meng family to produce someone as infatuated as you."
His words were full of surprise and disdain. Over the years, Meng Ping's carefree and unruly behavior had been a headache, but never a concern.
His son wasn't a fool—he would likely succeed in other fields too. But the events that had transpired had infuriated both the old man at home and his sister.
Romantic obsession wasn't something desirable, he would rather his son continued his carefree life and eventually married someone of equal social status to have children.
"I think I'm finished," Meng Ping felt utterly hopeless.
