Father Han shook his head and didn't say anything more.
...
The night was deep; in the Han Family's little Western-style house.
"You're really going to go handle Qianqian's transfer procedures tomorrow?"
She knew the transfer was already decided, but Feng Lu still couldn't help confirming it with Han Bin.
"If she doesn't transfer, the school will have to advise her to withdraw."
Han Bin lay on his back, one hand pillowed under his head, his brows tightly knitted. His mood had been depressed by the trouble his daughter Han Qian had stirred up. He said, "Tell me, why does Qianqian have such a big problem with you? Ever since you moved into this house, she just hasn't been able to get along with you. These past two years, you two have given me such a headache."
