Cheng Weiyue had just reached the door when she heard her mother Zhao Ruolan and her father Cheng Cunzheng arguing.
"Oh! Now you're playing the fool, aren't you? Still proud of your most outstanding student? Look at her, about to tear your family apart!"
"We haven't gotten to the bottom of things yet, Weiyue hasn't come back, let's wait for her to get back before jumping to conclusions..."
Zhao Ruolan scoffed coldly, with a hint of sarcasm and spite, "What conclusions are there to jump to? Aren't the facts laid out clear enough before your eyes?"
"Stop..." Cheng Cunzheng's voice weakened, "Hanchen and Weiyue are in love, after all, if you go on like this, it'll be difficult for Weiyue!"
"What's so difficult about it? Her wonderful boyfriend is now tearing our family apart! I'm telling you, break up, immediately break up!"
Having said this, Zhao Ruolan's tone became even more resolute, "When Weiyue gets back, I'll tell her to break up right away!"
Cheng Cunzheng fell silent.