The once noisy and bustling home suddenly fell silent.
Ding Long looked at Ding Jinshi's sullen face. He knew she was angry not because he had been messing around outside and betrayed their marriage, but because he had let others harm their daughter.
"For more than a month, I've been waiting for you to call and tell me to come home." Ding Long chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Even when I answered the phone just now, I was full of joy, wondering if you missed me? Are you angry seeing me outside with other women? Jealous? Do you wish I would come home and be with you?"
"That's quite a funny joke." Ding Jinshi laughed politely twice, "Ding Long, you're almost thirty, not three. Don't you think you're childish? Getting intimate with a woman, always ending up in those disgraceful newspapers, do you think you're enjoying boundless glory? Doing all this just to make me angry, hoping I'd call you? Has your brain been squeezed by the door?"
