Indeed, what was bound to come eventually arrived.
Grandma had been silent before, likely thinking that my eldest uncle and his family could solve the issue on their own, but now they had been pushed right back by the teacher, Xie Xiao, and Doctor Yang with just a few words.
The elderly lady then took it upon herself to speak.
She held Xie Xiao's hand, speaking in a gentle and delicate manner, more as if she were negotiating rather than requesting.
But even such a soft and delicate tone couldn't make the question an easy one to answer.
If Xie Liu's temper were better, his personality kinder, then Xie Xiao wouldn't be opposed to helping.
Yet Xie Liu's character was indeed spoiled; he was overbearing at home and even made a bunch of disorderly friends outside.
A man in his twenties, idly whiling away the entire day.
Don't tell Xie Xiao that he's fundamentally not bad, because although he might not be fundamentally bad, he definitely can't be considered good, either.
