What if Song Qingya truly didn't want her brother to get a job?
If she were to whisper a few malicious lies in Fei Jin's ear...
The whole situation could be upended.
Finally, it was time for dinner.
The long table was laden with an array of meticulously prepared dishes.
It was clear a great deal of effort had gone into every single one.
The intention behind it all was perfectly clear.
But their warm gesture was met with a cold shoulder, because Song Qingya had no intention of making an appearance at all.
Seeing this, Sun Qiang couldn't help but ask.
"Fei Jin, how come your wife went back to her room without even a single bite?"
Faced with the sudden question, Fei Jin's expression remained calm.
He responded lightly.
"Her appetite has been terrible lately. She feels like throwing up no matter what she eats."
Even so, he still insisted on eating with the old couple in the living room every day.
However, the habits he'd formed in his unit were not so easily broken.
