As expected, just as the mistress had said, their daughter hadn't returned by dinner time. But by then, Sheng Hong's expression had returned to normal, unlike earlier when traces of his anger were visible in his eyes.
"It's so late, aren't you going home?" The mistress glanced at the time on the wall, asking softly.
"I'm not going. I'm staying here tonight. I'm going to take a shower, prepare some clothes for me." Sheng Hong got up from the sofa and, while heading towards the bathroom, took off his clothes and tossed them carelessly on the floor.
"Okay." The mistress replied gently behind Sheng Hong, but if he had turned around, he would have noticed that her eyes were devoid of any warmth, completely at odds with her voice.
On the other side, Sheng Wenhao was delighted for several days after learning about Sheng Hong's crisis. He even consumed an extra half bowl of his meal compared to usual, but it still wasn't enough.
