"I'm at home."
"Home? Which home?" Qiao Zhengchong's tone was very aggressive, clearly already aware that she wasn't at their home anymore.
"At my own home," Dong Shan said slowly, enunciating each word clearly, her voice growing heavier when she said "my own."
Qiao Zhengchong didn't say anything for a long while.
Even the slowest to understand could discern her implication by now.
Qiao Zhengchong was somewhat surprised by Dong Shan's actions, but he had become accustomed to her one-sided contributions and flattery. As everything became taken for granted, his emotional awareness had long been numbed, making it difficult to reassess himself or review their respective positions.
His pride unsatiated, feeling both humiliated and infuriated, his voice became increasingly shrill.
"What do you mean by that?"
Dong Shan remained silent.
