"Didn't we agree not to smoke in front of the child? And you've been coughing a lot lately, so cut down on the smoking for now."
Liu Gang sighed and said, "If I'm feeling troubled, I'll go out for a walk. Don't bother making dinner for me."
Liu Gang took his cellphone, cigarettes, lighter, and the house keys and left.
Women are naturally sensitive. Even though Liu Gang hadn't said anything, she sensed a crisis.
She turned to look at her daughter, wanting to say something, but stopped herself.
Liu Gang, arriving downstairs, found Zhang Hao's number in his contacts.
After hesitating, he still made the call, but no one answered.
At this time, with the phone going unanswered, Liu Gang assumed they must be happily discussing marriage and childbirth, the joyous matters.
Who would be clinging to their phone? But the reality was different.
Zhang Hao had planned to go home for dinner, but just before he got off work, another surgery came up.
