Lu Shufen put down the phone, her heart burning with anger. Her precious daughter had been crying so sadly that it shattered her heart, yet she still wouldn't say who that boy was.
If she found out who he was, she'd tear him apart for daring to mistreat her daughter!
It wasn't until she finished work that Lu Shufen hurried home. Dinner was already prepared on the dining table by the housekeeper, who greeted her respectfully with a "Madam!" upon her arrival.
Lu Shufen handed over her coat to the housekeeper and walked towards the living room where her husband and son were present. On the European-style sofa, one was reading the newspaper, and the other was lounging improperly.
"Old Chiang." Lu Shufen flopped down onto a seat.
"You're back!" Jiang Conghe didn't look up from his newspaper, instead flipping to the next page.
"Oy, you're still reading the paper while big trouble's brewing!" Lu Shufen clicked her tongue.
