Madam Ji's room.
"Ziming, can't you talk nicely to Jingwan?" She asked her son as she half lay in bed.
"I did talk to her nicely." Ji Ziming smiled in response.
"You don't have to pretend in front of me. Do you think that I can't understand what you're saying? You agreed to her staying in our home to begin with. It's fine if you toss her aside, but you're speaking in riddles."
"That's because she deserved it."
"You're just doting on Pei Ge, huh? You don't even care about me anymore. You don't even ask where I am hurting."
"Mom, it's not that I'm ignoring you; it's just that the doctors already told us about your condition, and they said that it's nothing serious."
"You're my son; would it kill you to ask about my injury?"
"Okay. How are you now?"
"Sigh! This child, you're just trying to exasperate me to death so that Pei Ge can marry into our family sooner!"
