"I think it's an insult directed at rural people. Master Sheng, you go and ask what it means. We'll stay in the car; we just had that unpleasantness with the girl yesterday."
Cheng Tao, a master of traditional Chinese painting, was a man who pursued perfection in all things.
"Alright. Professors, please wait in the car for a moment." After speaking, Mr. Sheng strode purposefully toward the crowd.
Mrs. Sheng had witnessed all the different sides of her daughter, and she was stunned speechless, her heart clenching in pain.
Dazed and confused, she had already been at the hospital entrance for three hours, but neither Sheng Yueyue nor the Li family would listen to her attempts to mediate.
At her wit's end, Mrs. Sheng saw the tall, imposing figure of her husband appear before her.
A wave of immense relief and excitement washed over her. She reached out, grabbed his sleeve, and said nervously,
