Jun was absolutely sure that he could see blood forming at the corner of Zhou Yichen's lips.
He hugged her. "Ai-chaaan, as always, you don't mince your words at all. You are so much like your mother. Your father doesn't know if he should feel happy or sad about it."
He really wants to cry, Jun thought. He really does. But he doesn't want to break down in front of her boyfriend.
Zhou Yichen said, "Make yourselves at home. I will bring some coffee. Jun-cute, you are more than welcome to look around."
He dashed away, and Jun finally got the chance to properly look like a dead fish. He covered his face. "I was so close to punching your father. I am screwed."
Ai kissed his cheek. "That's not it. He won't judge you over this. Plus, it was his fault."
His head collapsed on her shoulder. "Both of your parents like giving heart attacks…"
She patted his back.
