Jiang Ye rarely went back to the family apartment complex; he usually stayed in the dorm, which was more convenient for when he needed to go out on police duty.
But now, he had successfully slipped back to the family quarters.
He had just sat down, ready to continue working when his cell phone rang.
He didn't pay much attention to the caller ID:
"Who is this?"
"Who is this? Your own mother!
Tell me, Jiang Ye, if it weren't for Xiyue telling us, were you ever going to inform us about your injury?"
An angry roar ensued.
Only then did Jiang Ye glance at the phone screen:
"Mom!" he exclaimed.
"Don't call me Mom! This time it's an injury. What's next, am I going to have to collect your corpse?
Tell me, when are you going to let your dad and me stop worrying?"
Clearly, she was truly enraged.
Even letting such words slip out.
Jiang Ye rubbed his eyebrows and explained in a soft voice, "Mom, it's not that serious; it's just a fracture."
