To be honest, Chen Kuan had never seen her wife like this.
Even if she got drunk occasionally, she would at most sleep with a red face and would never speak loudly to him.
Chen Kuan laughed at himself. "Okay, then I'll get lost." He hung up the phone. Actually, it didn't matter if his wife came back or not. What he wanted was a son. He felt a little uncomfortable being with his dull daughter and not being able to speak much in a day.
Now, he wanted to go out to work, but he was not very comfortable for the time being. He wanted to go out to have fun, but he felt empty and lonely when he return. In short, he just couldn't feel comfortable, and his heart couldn't calm down.
Was this still the submissive Mrs. Chen who was like an artistic vase? He felt this woman was so unfamiliar and rough as if he did not know her at all.
