Qin Zhiyou immediately stepped forward and grabbed her hand, but she shook it off. He tried again, and yet she shook it off again. Left with no choice, Qin Zhiyou slid his arm around her, holding her head in his embrace. "Don't worry," he said.
"How can I not worry!" Lu Weixi jerked her head upwards, her eyes filled with anger. She struggled to break from his embrace. "Easy for you to say, Qin Zhiyou! I know you and my mom don't get along, but that does not give you the right to make snide remarks!" "You know nothing. How on earth could I not worry?"
"Who says I don't understand?" Qin Zhiyou suddenly retorted. His voice laced with hidden suffering. "When my father passed away, I felt worse than you do now."
Mention of this detail took the fight out of Lu Weixi. She immediately quieted down.
