Ye Xingguang sat on the edge of the bed: "Dad, I didn't tell him about your condition before I left. If he had known, he would certainly have come with me. He wouldn't have let me travel alone in the middle of the night. After my flight, he even called me."
"Is that so? Show me your call history on your phone. If that wretched boy doesn't genuinely care about you, I'm not interested in having him as my son-in-law."
Song Chuanqi was bothered by the fact that she had traveled all the way from the capital city by herself, and despite his weakness from being ill, he persisted in verifying it.
With teary eyes, Ye Xingguang showed Song Chuanqi her call history on her phone. He only looked satisfied when he saw it but was unhappy with her.
"Next time you travel alone, tell him first. You should share everything with your partner. Otherwise, what's the point of having a partner?"
"I got it, Dad. How are you feeling now?"
