After finishing his speech, Qi Yi's father still felt a bit unsatisfied, "Your mother is just stubborn. She believes I left Wenzhou because I was struggling to make ends meet. Otherwise, she wouldn't have left the marriage without taking a dime.
I, your father, could only give you half of my assets at that time, not realizing you and your mother both view money as dirt.
A few years ago, when I heard you bought a house in Wenzhou, I thought you had finally come around and would tell your mother the money for the house was earned by yourself. I didn't expect my son to be so successful.
Your mother raised you well."
Qi Yi looked at his father without saying another word.
The father and son's encounter four years ago was on New Year's Eve, the day his parents, in front of him, bitterly fought their divorce.
Neither of them had kind words to say, and it was nothing short of heart-wrenching.
His mother's hysteria and his father's cold indifference were vivid in Qi Yi's memory.
