“I’m not in the wrong. I’m not going.”Zhao Pingting turned her head.
She really could not stand in front of her mother and apologize.
Zhao Pingting would not listen to reason.
Zhao Yingjun had no choice. He shook his head helplessly and left Zhao Pingting’s room.
Zhao Pingting’s mother was sitting on the sofa in the living room. When she saw Zhao Yingjun walk out of the room, she could not help but ask, “What did that wretched girl say?”
“Mom, Pingting is still young. Don’t be angry with her.”Zhao Yingjun continued, “No matter what, she’s doing this for our own good. Look, her entire family bought gifts, but she didn’t buy them for herself.”