When Jiang Yuyang heard this, his action of drinking tea paused, and the smile on his face became unnatural. He put down the teacup, poured more water, and brewed the third round of tea, only to hear his son's voice again: "Don't think that by not speaking, the matter will just pass. I don't like to get involved in your affairs."
"Then why do you bring it up? I haven't seen you care before."
"Cen Jin asked me to persuade you." Jiang Baizhou took a small sip of tea and said very earnestly, "Dad, women need to be coaxed. You're both old, and you're often not home. When you finally come back, you quarrel with her. Have you thought about her feelings?"
Hearing his son's unprecedented remark, Jiang Yuyang was stunned. He could hardly imagine that these words came from his normally aloof and reticent son.
"Are you possessed?" Jiang Yuyang was dumbfounded for a moment before blurting out inexplicably.
