Wen Yanqing's words made Wen Rendong blush.
"Which son cares about his father's woman?" Wen Rendong's face darkened. "It's Dad's fault for making Gantang suffer today. But I'm still sick and lying in bed. Can't you say something nice?"
"Alright, I don't care about you. I can't be bothered to care about you in the future." Wen Yanqing threw the medical report on the bed and his eyes turned cold. "Anyway, we've been living in peace for the past few years. Let's continue like this. If your lover dares to make my woman unhappy in the future, I'll crush her to death. Don't come and beg for mercy."
"Gantang didn't say anything. You're the one who cares!"
"It's okay if she doesn't say she cares? Why should the beloved daughter of the Lin family be bullied by your lover? Tangtang didn't say anything because she respected you as an elder. Can't you tell?"
