"You want Dad to help you clean up the mess that you've created. Aren't you being too much with this attitude?" Zhai Hua sat down hard on the sofa. The soft feel on her bottom made her sigh. True enough, home was the most comfortable place. "Dad, when Mom was with you outside in the past, was her temper always like that?"
Zhai Yaohui did not deny.
At this juncture, Zhai Hua laughed. "Dad, why didn't I hear you mentioned this before? All these years, I have been thinking that mom was the one accommodating you. She doesn't even bother about Zhai Sheng and me anymore. So, you're the one who became mom's scapegoat. Given Mom's such temper, it seems that you didn't live as good a life as Zhai Sheng and I thought for these twenty years."
So what if his wife was always by his side? The wife was occasionally muddleheaded and had an extremely strong temper.
