"She's been complaining to you again?" That single word—'again'—told Fu Sijun something was amiss. "It wasn't a complaint. I asked." A faint, dismissive smile touched Fu Xingchen's lips. "Don't cover for her." "I'm not covering for her. Xingchen, a man has to—" "Play by yourself. I'm going to find Mom." The sprawling living room, brilliantly lit, seemed to illuminate the disconnect between father