Finally, even Lu Shenglin couldn't bear to listen to it anymore: "That's enough, Qianqian. Don't speak to your father like this..."
At this stage, Lu Shenglin had seen enough.
The daughter she had not seen for four years was no longer moved by her pleas. In such a situation, all she could do was to persuade her husband: "Zhandong, why not go back to the room first? I want to speak with Qianqian for a bit..."
With those words, she found herself physically pushing, dragging, cajoling Lu Zhandong back towards the bedroom.
She came back out possibly having spoken to him in the bedroom, with what seemed to be tears on her face and an emotionally charged expression.
"Qianqian, I know you are upset with Zhandong, but after all, we're a family! Can't we be more understanding when we speak?"
At this, Gu Qianqian raised an eyebrow and glanced at Lu Shenglin: "What would you consider as being understanding?"
"At least don't be so aggressive, after all, he is your... father!"
