“Mom… Dad’s drinking again.”
The daughter gently tugged at Ning Chu’s sleeve, her tone a bit aggrieved as she reported the situation.
She vaguely remembered a few years ago when Dad had a tendency to drink heavily late at night.
“When he came home, Mom would lose her temper with him as a ‘good husband,’ and I almost cried just watching from the side.”
“As long as it’s at home, it’s not a big deal.”
Ning Chu chuckled softly and placed a small piece of dragon meat into Wen Yang’s bowl.
“Isn’t that a friend Dad has known for over ten years? As long as he doesn’t get drunk, it’s fine.”
