"Alright, alright, let's go back. The child is grown, she knows what she's doing." Han Leming patted his wife's worried face and turned toward home.
"You sure have a big heart." Mrs. Han muttered, following him inside, looking at her husband worriedly, "From Xuexue's expression, something major might have happened with Yu Wen over there. Shouldn't we go to the lab and take a look?"
Han Leming waved his hand: "It's the child's matter, don't meddle blindly. If help is needed, Xuexue will call us."
"Alright." Mrs. Han replied reluctantly, distractedly continuing her task, "Ouch!" She pricked her hand with the needle, and Han Leming stepped forward and took his wife's hand, "Forget it, you can't focus on your embroidery anymore. Why don't you play chess with me?"
Mrs. Han shook off her husband's hand: "You lousy chess player, always making excuses when you lose. I'm not playing with you; only our daughter humors you."
