"When Xiao Tao goes stealing, you let him. When Xiao Tao gets into fights, the first thing you ask is if his hand hurts, without ever disciplining him. It's all your fault he's turned out this way."
Mr. Qin's eyes bulged. "You! You wretched girl, are you trying to kill me with anger?!"
"Have some confidence, Grandpa. You're tougher than you think. My uncle got locked up for robbery, Xiao Tao stole from you, he goes out brawling... and all that did was make you sick with anger. It hasn't killed you yet, has it?"
"After the way you treated my parents, the way you treated our family, we were still soft-hearted enough to rush back the moment we heard you were sick. Aren't you happy to see us? If not, then I guess it's our fault. We shouldn't have shown up at all."
Mr. Qin was left completely stunned. He felt he should argue back, but he didn't know what to say.
The old man who had spoken up at the beginning fell silent.
