Chen Zhonghua and Jiang Meixian, husband and wife, went back and forth with each other.
Every time Chen Hai tried to explain, he barely got a word out before his parents interrupted him immediately.
"Dad, Mom, Qingqing and I have always been on good terms, so where is the problem supposed to be?"
"Just yesterday, I was still on the phone with her."
"If you don't believe me, I can call her right now..."
Finally, when his parents began to tire from talking and took a moment to breathe, Chen Hai found an opportunity to speak up and explain.
"Really, there's no problem?" Jiang Meixian looked doubtful.
She scrutinized Chen Hai up and down for quite some time.
But unfortunately, she couldn't see even a hint of guilt on Chen Hai's face.
"There's a phone in the shop."
"It's been a really long time since I last spoke to Qingqing on the phone!"
"How about it, Hai, dial Qingqing's number so I can have a casual chat with her for a bit!"
