This evening, Song Sishen returned home.
Having just come out from the police station, before he'd even had a chance to tidy himself up, his disheveled appearance was met with disdain from Ya Ying, inside and out.
The person in question, however, seemed quite unperturbed, as if he had grown accustomed to Ya Ying's scorn.
He continued with what he was doing, nonchalantly.
It had been quite a few days since he had heard his mother's complaints, and hearing them today was oddly comforting. He unusually refrained from clashing with her.
"When I'm talking to you, can't you respond? Have you become mute?" Ya Ying, seeing that he wasn't speaking, said coldly.
"What is there to say? That Gu Jiangnian had me locked up?" Song Sishen glanced at his own mother and responded leisurely.
No sooner had the words fallen than Ya Ying's slap came flying.
宋思慎 jumped back several meters with a start: "Why are you hitting me?"
"Isn't that what you asked me to say?"
