"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
















