"Every day after Xiaoru finishes her homework, she asks me when you'll be back. She's so well-behaved; won't you praise her? Won't you spend more time with her? We don't ask for much, just a little concern from you when you think of us."
"But now you're saying my daughter should become a servant," Clara Philips cried, "Balthazar Shaw, are you really so heartless? Are you really going to let your own daughter become a servant?"
Balthazar Shaw, annoyed by the noise, rubbed his tense temples, "Cry, cry, cry! All you do is cry all day. Xiaoru's tendency to cry over everything is something I think she learned from you!"
"I think if she stays with you, she'll only learn bad things!"
"Learning to borrow money from delinquents and lying to me – didn't she learn those things from you? If our daughter stays with you, she'll be ruined sooner or later!"
Hearing this, Clara Philips collapsed onto the ground with a thud.
