Wang Xiaohong's hand went limp with fright, nearly dropping the phone. She dare not rage on anymore; she had a bad feeling about this.
"Ming Yi, you must be busy with work. I won't bother you anymore."
"Where's Panpan?" Yu Mingyi wanted to hear his son's voice.
"He's at grandmother's. The kid doesn't want to leave when he sees his grandma. I can't help it."
"Then hang up."
Yu Mingyi abruptly ended the call, leaving Wang Xiaohong with an uneasy feeling.
No matter how much she had previously made a fuss, Yu Mingyi had never mentioned divorce. Even though he only agreed with her today, it still made her feel very apprehensive.
She called her younger brother, Wang Xiaobo, asking if Yu Mingyi had been particularly close to any woman recently. Knowing that Yu Mingyi had been busy with work, Wang Xiaohong was still anxious. This anxiety made her more restless and her body longed for contact.
