Qin Hao shook his head helplessly. The voice on the phone said, "Mr. Qin, if you don't mind, could you please let your wife take the call?"
"Sure."
Qin Hao walked over and handed the phone to the tearful Dong Mingmei. "Ma'am, it's your call."
"Edward?"
Dong Mingmei reluctantly pulled herself together, wiped the tears from her face, and hesitantly took the phone.
She placed it by her ear and heard that familiar voice.
Tears welled up in her eyes again, and a sense of grievance swirled in her heart.
"Darling, I've been wronged!"
As usual, Dong Mingmei started complaining to her husband, but his response was unexpectedly opposite: "Mingmei, this time you nearly caused me a lot of trouble!"
"What? Hani, why would you say that!"
Dong Mingmei felt extremely wronged, her tone a mix of whining and anger.
"Do you know who Mr. Qin is?"
