"Hanxiao, why not apologize to him?"
After finishing the IV drip at the hospital, Li Hanxiao took her mother home, took care of her mother until she rested, then walked out to the living room. Liu Xiang tugged at her sleeve and said.
Li Hanxiao didn't respond, and after sitting on the sofa, casually picked up an outdated newspaper.
Liu Xiang knew her eyes weren't on it and tugged at her to continue persuading: "Okay, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have encouraged you to be so proud towards him, teaching you to play hard to get."
"You think I should bow down to him?"
"Isn't there just a thin veil between men and women? What's the difference if he bows or you do? Besides, wasn't it a bit too much to suddenly call for a breakup that day? Do you really have no opinion on whether he did anything wrong?" Every word Liu Xiang said was cautious, like walking on thin ice.
