After getting to know Tan Yandong afresh,
Tan Xiao, who lacked fatherly love in her youth, redirected her hatred towards Chen Fang and his family.
Having heard this,
Chen Fang also felt somewhat nostalgic.
He said, "I don't even know how to apologize to you. When the words come to my mouth, they always seem feeble and deflated."
Tan Xiao gave a faint smile and said, "I was too narrow-minded. The emotions of the previous generation are not something we can understand. You and I are both victims; what we should hate are those who think they can cover the sky with one hand."
"'Cover the sky with one hand'? You've lived abroad for so many years, yet you use idioms quite smoothly."
Chen Fang praised her.
Tan Xiao laughed with a snort.
She said, "My mom always told me that I would have to go back one day, so I must learn Chinese well. It's just that I've only scratched the surface; I still lack so much in the way of dealing with the world."
