“Is dinner ready? I’ll be home in ten minutes. We have guests tonight.”
Xu Yingying had just taken out the first-aid kit when her husband called. “It’s ready, but I…” I’m hurt.
Before she could finish, he hung up.
Though she was used to Fu Xiaojing’s indifference, Xu Yingying still felt a deep ache in her heart at that moment.
She took a deep breath, endured the pain in all ten fingers, put on her gloves, and arranged the dishes on the table.
Just then, she heard an engine outside the door.
