Wen Rufeng and Yu Feng exchanged a glance, growing worried.
"Are they arguing?" Yu Feng asked.
Wen Rufeng was bewildered. "I don't know either!"
"Then go ask them," Yu Feng said.
Wen Rufeng wasn't keen on meddling in matters between her daughter-in-law and her son. "Why do I always have to ask?"
"Aren't you the mother-in-law? It's more convenient for you to ask, isn't it?"
"Fine, I'll ask," Wen Rufeng resignedly approached the room.
Just as she was about to knock, she listened inside. "Hey, they seem quiet now, as if they weren't arguing!"
"Hmm, it is quiet," Yu Feng acknowledged.
Yu Ziqian worriedly said, "Did my dad strangle my mom?"
"Don't talk nonsense, he wouldn't," Wen Rufeng said to her grandson.
"You think he wouldn't, but I think it's quite possible. My dad was really fierce to my mom just now."
Yu Feng, hearing this, also worried. "Could they really have gotten that angry, ignoring each other?"
Wen Rufeng analyzed, "That's possible."
"What should we do then?"
