"I don't care." Song Wan lost her temper when she heard what her son said. "I just want my granddaughter to be happy so I will be happy, too. Chu Lui, that is also your daughter. I have been taking care of her since the day she stepped foot into our house. As her father, are you that unwilling to do something for your daughter? Chu Lui,"—Song Wan voice turned frosty—"if you don't do this, you don't have to come back home ever again. I won't let Chu Xiang call you 'Daddy', too."
She slammed the telephone down once she was finished. She was so angry that her chest hurt.
Chu Lui kept the phone in his pocket. He knew his mother had made up her mind this time. He smacked his lips together. Why hadn't they protected him like this when he was young? Did they honestly believe that by sparing the rod, they would be spoiling him? Now, they had treated their granddaughter like a precious gem, not subjecting her to the slightest injustice.
