Wang Xiaohong's hand softened in fear, and she almost dropped the phone, not daring to continue her tantrum. She had a bad premonition.
"Mingyi, you're busy with work, right? I won't disturb you."
"Where's Panpan?" Yu Mingyi wanted to hear his son's voice.
"He's with his grandma. When the child sees his grandma, he doesn't want to leave. There's nothing I can do."
"Hanging up."
Yu Mingyi directly hung up, and Wang Xiaohong felt uneasy.
No matter how fierce her argument before, Yu Mingyi had never mentioned divorce. Though today he merely followed her words, it still filled her with strong unease.
She called her brother Wang Xiaobo, asking whether Yu Mingyi had been particularly close to any woman recently. Knowing Yu Mingyi had been busy with work, Wang Xiaohong still felt nervous; this nervousness only made her more anxious, triggering her body's craving for physical contact.
