My husband's phone is always open, but he has set Do Not Disturb for my son and me. Until my son's birthday, an unexpected fire broke out. I called my husband 99 times for help, but no one answered. When the hundredth call was connected, I only waited for the man's cold reprimand: "You can think of such a trick to get jealous." "It's not easy for Shengge to raise a child by herself. What's wrong with me helping her? Can you have some empathy and awareness." "Stop making trouble, wait until I settle down mother and daughter, and then go home from get off work to be with you." I hung up the phone with a wry smile. It turned out that he was not busy, but missed his family with her. The fire grew stronger, and the son's breathing gradually became weaker. I know that our marriage and love have been burned to death by this fire. But when the man saw his son's name on the fire rescue list, he went completely crazy.
