"He wishes!" Lin Xiumei's eyes darted angrily. "All day long he talks about quitting smoking, but the moment he's out, he's the quickest to take and offer cigarettes. And still he wants spending money for tobacco—he must be dreaming. I'm telling you, you're not to give him any. Yan Wenhai, you listen too, don't you dare have the nerve to ask your son for money, got it?"
This was a disaster out of nowhere. Yanfei's father hadn't said a word, and suddenly he found himself 'betrayed' by his son into being the scapegoat, getting an earful from his wife, and not daring to speak a word—after all, smoking was indefensible. He could reason about other matters, but not this one; there truly was nothing to say.
Off to the side, Xu Xiaoyan took advantage of others being distracted to secretly pinch Yan Fei several times, hard. This guy was too wicked, selling out his own father just to avoid being scolded by his mom, utterly incorrigible.
