"You know, sometimes, well, family just doesn't listen, but then they might take advice from a stranger and it's all good, normal, that's just normal."
Tang Jianguo was on the verge of exploding, and after Yang Yi finished speaking with evident awkwardness, neither of them knew what to say next.
"Look, who hasn't been through this? When I was young, my dad could beat me to death, but I wouldn't cave. Admitting defeat verbally? No way. And why? Because you don't have to pretend in front of your family, right? Isn't that how it is?"
Zhang Yong said carelessly; after speaking, he slapped his hand down and declared, "A few words from a friend can do the trick, right? If you ask me, it's just spoiling them too much."
Zhang Yong picked up the teapot from the round table, walked over to Tang Jianguo, took Tang Jianguo's empty cup and poured him some tea, then poured some for Yang Yi, and finally for himself, before naturally sitting down next to Yang Yi.