After Mr. Qin received Fang Zhichun's call, he didn't respond for a long time. After a long while, he finally said, "You mean your daughter-in-law had a miscarriage and now you're looking for Wu Bingjie to take responsibility?"
Fang Zhichun couldn't understand Old Master Qin's wordplay at all: "Yes, if it weren't for Wu Bingjie's letter to my house, I wouldn't have gotten so angry impulsively, my daughter-in-law wouldn't have fallen, and we wouldn't have lost the child.
All of this was caused by Wu Bingjie's letter, and now my son blames me for losing the child because of his wife, so I naturally have to find the culprit."
After listening to Fang Zhichun, Old Master Qin softly rubbed his brow: "Then why are you calling the Qin Family?"
Fang Zhichun said directly: "I don't have Wu Bingjie's family's phone number. You're his grandfather, so it's only natural to contact you."
