Lin Zhaonan's arrival successfully diverted half of their father's fury, and Lin Gantang sat silently by the sofa, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
After releasing his anger, Mr. Lin sat on the sofa. He had quit smoking, and there was no alcohol in sight, so nothing was there to cool his rage; he could only gulp down a cup of tea with a stern face.
What could he do? The registration was complete, nothing else to consider, and it wasn't like they could get a divorce, could they?
Wen Yanqing was cured of his illness and everything about him was satisfactory. Now, while the guy was ill, if you told him, "I think you're crazy I don't want you as a son-in-law," wouldn't that make you inhuman?
"Where's Yanqing? Why didn't I see him come back with you?" Mr. Lin grunted at Lin Gantang.
"I told him to go home and take his medicine, to make sure his treatment wasn't delayed," Lin Gantang explained.
