Tian Qihua suddenly felt that this matter wasn't so simple.
After Han Yuanjun pushed her into her room, he himself took out a suitcase for her. "Nothing happened. I just feel guilty and uncomfortable. If you don't go back to dad, I won't be able to sleep well all night."
Tian Qihua quickly stopped Han Yuanjun's movements, preventing him from packing her clothes. "No way! I find it very strange. If you don't explain it to me clearly, I won't leave!"
"Sigh..." Han Yuanjun pretended to sigh, "To be honest, I haven't slept well these past few days. Every time I close my eyes, I see dad's sad face. He scolded me for being unfilial to him, saying that I had tied you to Yingzhe and made him live a life of loneliness. He also told me that he had recently caught a cold and no one had brought him tea or water. No one took care of him. Mom..."
Han Yuanjun pointed at his heart and said tearfully, "My conscience hurts!"
