Zhang Xuehua pushed open the door; the water bottle with its round belly was still rolling gently on the damp carpet. She looked at her son, who was still gasping for breath, with a gaze filled with despair.
This year, Ning Rui was not yet eighteen. He had an outstanding appearance, and his academic performance was top-notch. If it hadn't been for his nerves getting the better of him in the second semester of his junior year, by now he should have already received his direct admission notice.
Going from the pride of the heavens to a hidden mental case struck his parents, who had always been proud of him, the hardest.
Just now, Ning Zongjin and Zhang Xuehua had been placing their hopes on He Qing, hoping that when she tutored, she could suppress Ning Rui's temper. Yet, who would have known that in just a short conversation, Ning Rui would erupt again.
