"Click~"
It was night, Jinghe District.
The door of the villa was opened, revealing Jiang Xiong who took off his coat and draped it over his arm,
"I'm back..."
Jiang Xiong instinctively spoke, but the next moment he saw the scene in front of him and couldn't help but blink, stunned in place, thinking the house had been robbed.
The living room on the first floor was in disarray, with mahjong tiles scattered all over the floor, and even a few pieces fell into the shoes he placed by the entrance.
Looking at the living room, many things were smashed to pieces.
The culprit seemed to be the guitar with several strings broken, lying quietly on the ground.
"Sob...sob sob sob..."
Zuo Jiangqin was sitting on the floor with disheveled hair, leaning her head on the sofa and sobbing weakly,
"You ungrateful wretch... I raised you all by myself, and this is how you treat me...
"It's just a sheet of music, it's more important than your mother who gave birth to and raised you..."
