"Dear, where are you? We are worried sick. Even your parents are waiting for you at home." He heard his wife using her sultry voice again which he hated.
He sneered. "Worried about me? Knowing that I was in the hospital, couldn't you come and check it out how I was? Or maybe, you were waiting for my death news at home?"
He had a clear idea how much his wife was worried about him. They weren't just married for three damn years.
"What are you saying, dear? Don't scare me. We are all waiting to see you. When will you come back?" His wife changed the subject.
"Since our desires are similar, both don't want to see each other's face, I won't go to a place where you are." He hung up.
Their relationship was never good. If he wasn't drunk on their wedding night and thought of Hua Lan, his son wouldn't be here. He only pretended to be in good terms with her to show Hua Lan. He wanted to torture her. Now he was paying the price.
