"Dad?" Xu Changqing couldn't bear the silent atmosphere as her father stared at her. She pushed the teacup on the table over to him. "Have a drink first."
'Wet my throat and then start talking?' For a moment, Xu Qiguang didn't know if he should pick up the cup for a drink or just start speaking. 'Fine. I'll take a drink first.'
He didn't know where to begin. It wasn't that his Changqing didn't understand grand principles; saying too much would just be a waste of breath that she wouldn't take to heart.
Besides, in his heart of hearts, he didn't think his Changqing had done anything wrong. Her only fault, if any, was that she hadn't yet truly understood that the moment you take things too seriously, you've already lost.
"Do you remember why I told you to try your best to get into a university in Beijing? I can see you still don't truly understand the reason. You need to think about it more carefully."
