Fang Chuning didn't want to deceive his mother, so he nodded. This matter was almost set in stone, with no room for change. His mind was made up before going to Sannan, intending to force Xie Jue to agree. Xie Jue disagreed with him on this, but after the incident in Sannan, Xie Jue had long since lost his initial concerns. Thus, the matter was decided.
Mrs. Fang looked somber but didn't say much more, "Tunan, you just stay home and rest well. If your father says anything unpleasant, don't take it to heart. If he makes any excessive demands, tell me, and I'll back you up."
"Mother..."
Mrs. Fang, exhausted, waved her hand. Fang Chuning stood up, "Mother, take a rest. Your son bids farewell."
Mrs. Fang looked at her son's handsome face and straight posture, the dream prince of many girls. Why?
Why, of all people, is it Xie Jue?
She really didn't understand.
Whose fault is it? Is it Tunan, or Ting Feng? If no one is at fault, why are they in such pain and being blamed?
