All through the night, Bao Yulou didn't sleep, constantly contemplating what to do about the situation.
Usually, a trivial matter might lead to a few words of argument with his wife, but now, facing such a serious matter, he had no desire to argue, and instead was exceptionally quiet. The couple sat in the sitting room of their villa all night, not saying a word to each other.
It wasn't until morning that they spoke.
"Old Bao, is the trouble our son has caused this time really that serious?"
"Very serious, so serious that there's no easy way out. The Provincial Hall is handling it specifically, and Capital is supervising it. Our son is the mastermind. Fortunately, Professor Yang is alright, or else our son would really be in hot water."
Upon hearing of the severe nature of the situation, Mrs. Bao shivered with fear.
"How could this be? Old Bao, you must think of something—we only have one son."