Kaisa also remembered Kude's embarrassing moment. That day he had brought a woman home, and as they were about to lie down on the bed amid passion, he ended up lying in a wet spot, the back of his shirt soaked with urine, instantly losing his mood.
"Mengmeng is your daughter. What does it matter if she peed in your bed when she's so small?"
"But over and over again, are you sure it's not intentional?"
Kude felt that these two women were born to be his calamity.
"Even so, you shouldn't have hit her."
"I don't hit her? Should I hit you instead?"
Kude's voice grew colder, as if talking about the mother and daughter brought back no good memories, "Your daughter, born by you, Cao Kaisa, is really daring. Right under my nose, while I told her not to pee on my bed, she boldly did it anyway, soaking me and the bedclothes everywhere."
He had warned her, yet she still dared to pee. Shouldn't he have hit her?
