Long Chengyu indifferently hung up the phone, setting his cellphone aside.
"What's wrong? What did Mom say to you?"
Shu Yimo, noticing a slight furrow between his brows, also gently knitted hers and asked softly.
"What else do you think she could say?"
Long Chengyu replied, his tone carrying a bit of helplessness. His large hand embraced her slender back, passing through her beautiful long hair. He leaned down slightly towards her shoulder, the faint scent of her hair made him somewhat distracted.
"Is it about Dad's issue again?"
"Yeah."
"It's something that has to be resolved sooner or later. I thought they were easing up lately."
"This pattern has lasted for decades. It can't be solved; just let them be."
