In the entire household, Father He had always been supportive of He Ling, constantly encouraging him.
Mother He said angrily, "He Ling has turned out like this, and you still talk like that? Your younger son has just spent a month in the hospital and only recently had his plaster removed!"
"Aren't men made of blood, sweat, and tears? What kind of man are you if you don't have a single scar on your body? This is misguided mercy!" Father He was also dissatisfied with the actions of his wife and eldest son, feeling that they were too indulgent with He Ling.
He Ling took up those dangerous sports, but his father saw no problem in it.
"You! Is He Ling even your son anymore!"
"Alright, he is my son, and I do care about him. As long as he doesn't get hurt, we won't interfere too much, okay?"
Lady He had no words in response.
On the way back to school, Jiang Zhe took the driver's seat.
"Are you really driving yourself?" Qin Jingchen asked.
"What, don't trust my driving skills?"
