"But how do you know you're not prey in someone else's eyes?" Zhou's father finished organizing the last of the documents, then crossed his arms and looked at Mei Fenglan, "Besides, what's the point of proving something to me? I don't care."
"Don't care…" Mei Fenglan repeated these three words that Zhou's father had easily uttered, as if finding them ridiculous, "You actually don't care."
"That's right, I've never cared from beginning to end."
"Then what do you care about? A woman as formidable in her career as you are, and you look down on it."
"What of a formidable career? To me, I haven't tasted a single hot meal from you; to our daughters, they haven't felt a smidgen of warmth from you…"
"Must a woman stay at home to serve her husband and educate her children?"
"Then must we accept a cold-blooded killing machine?"
The two of them argued back and forth.
