Ding Changmin returned home despondent; looking up, he saw Song Hailian crying inconsolably, her tears never ceasing.
When Song Hailian saw Ding Changmin come home, and upon glimpsing his expression, she guessed what might have happened and burst into even more violent sobs.
"We were born with bad luck; he just had a soft spot for others' instigation..." she sniffled, "Now that he's in, who knows when he can come out, Old Ding, what will we do in our old age?"
"Enough!" Ding Changmin said, irritated.
Wasn't he already painfully aware of these things?
But at the moment, he was like a clay Bodhisattva trying to cross a river—hardly able to save himself.
"Let's talk about the future when it comes, everything is the result of his own doing!"
Seeing Ding Changmin give up on Ding Yiming completely, Song Hailian was frantic. She lunged at him, berating and striking him.
"He's your son! Are you really going to stop caring just like that?"
