Qi Fenglian had no idea about her husband's sordid thoughts; her mind was fully occupied with her child back in her hometown, and the injustices she faced upon returning home.
So, when she got home, she grabbed Zhang Jisheng and let it all out.
Zhang Jisheng frowned as well when he heard that his own mother had poured out the milk powder for his nephew, leaving his son so hungry he had become skinny.
"Enough, stop crying. No one's to blame, I told you from the beginning, we shouldn't have come this far for work, but you insisted. With no one to look after the child, entrusting him to two old folks, it's inevitable they'd neglect him; after all, they're getting on in years!" Zhang Jisheng was impatient with Qi Fenglian's sobbing.
Qi Fenglian felt a chill in her heart. She certainly knew this, but when she spoke out, she just wanted her husband's support, yet instead of comforting her, he blamed her.
Is this the attitude a husband should have?
