When Chi Jingming entered the door, he saw Chi Zhenghong sitting and Wang Lin standing, Chi Zhenghong's face was ashen, while Wang Lin looked as if she was about to cry.
"What's going on with you two again?"
Chi Jingming felt a bit of a headache.
Chi Jingming didn't know whether it was Chi Zhenghong or Wang Lin who was going through menopause. In the past year, the number of arguments between the two was more than all the previous years combined.
And every time it ended, Chi Zhenghong would be full of anger, while Wang Lin would be holding his hand and sobbing softly.
Chi Jingming felt that he had simply had enough.
