He shrugged his shoulders and walked away. He did not want to deal with his temperamental sister. He had a date with his loved one.
Tang Mei walked into her room and sat down on the bed. She grabbed a fistful of sheets and took deep breaths.
She heard a knock and was about to yell at the person, but she paused. She sighed as she listened to the knocking pattern and mumbled 'come in.'
"What exactly do you want, Dad?" She inquired without turning to see if it was actually her father who had entered.
"Tang Mei, your attitude these past few days has been perplexing, and your temper has gotten to the point where I would question your mental stability," her father, Tang Zheng, said with a tired sigh.
Tang Mei turned to face her father, wide-eyed. She was unable to believe it. Were those words spoken by her father?
