Time flies, and many years have passed. Loh Xiaoan has grown from a child into a teenager. But in Loh Minxian's heart, he is forever the poor child deeply hurt by his mother.
"Do you miss her?" Loh Xiaoan sized up Loh Minxian, "Uncle, you're becoming more mature."
"Really?" Loh Minxian laughed, "Maturity is a good thing!"
Loh Xiaoan looked behind him: "Did you come back alone?"
"Yeah, who else did you think would come?"
Loh Minxian opened the fridge, took out a bottle of cold water, and sat on the sofa to drink, "It's so comfortable to be back home! I feel so light!"
"Uncle, how long has it been since you last saw Auntie?" Loh Xiaoan asked.
Loh Minxian froze for a moment.
"Uncle, don't blame me for not warning you. Auntie is going to divorce you."
Loh Minxian was shocked, and the water bottle in his hand fell to the ground, the water streaming out and soaking the carpet.
