Adjustment

Bai Qing's words plunged her parents into silence once more. They were so absorbed that neither of them even noticed Zhang Heng leaving for a while.

When he finished his call and returned, Bai Qing's mother had finally gotten up from the ground, but she refused to go anywhere near her husband again.

The middle-aged man stood there with a cold expression, leaving Bai Qing, caught between them, looking helpless.

The middle-aged man snorted. "Keep an eye on your mother. I'm going to get the car."

"No, I don't want to go to the hospital!" Bai Qing's mother immediately cried hysterically.

Seeing her like this made Bai Qing somewhat believe that she really had suffered some kind of shock.

"Then... how about we go home first?" Bai Qing hesitated.

"No, I don't want to go home either! I don't want to stay with your father anymore." Bai Qing's mother insisted. "He's not the person he used to be. I can feel it."

"Your mind is a mess right now. You need treatment." The middle-aged man remained expressionless. "Once you're better, I'll come pick you up again."

As he spoke, he reached out again to grab Bai Qing's mother's hand.

But the next moment, another hand pressed down on his arm first.

"Why don't both of you calm down first?" Zhang Heng said. "Like you said, Auntie's mental state is already somewhat unstable. Forcing her any further wouldn't be good. Let her find a hotel and stay outside for a few days first. You can talk things over slowly afterward."

"You're still here?" The middle-aged man's face filled with anger when he saw Zhang Heng. He tried to use his other hand to knock Zhang Heng's arm away, but failed. Zhang Heng was far stronger than he had expected, so he