Before he could finish speaking, the door behind Qian An opened, and a stylishly dressed woman entered.
Qian An quickly said, "Wife, I'm sorry. I made you suffer before. I'm not a man. Can you forgive me?"
Zeng Jiao did not speak.
When she needed help the most, her closest relatives chose to ignore her.
She could never forgive him.
Qian An nudged Zeng Jiao with his shoulder in a cheeky manner: "Wife, I really know I was wrong. From now on, I'll take care of all the housework."
Zeng Jiao gritted her teeth: "No, I will never forgive you!"
Upon hearing this, Qian An felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
Why won't she forgive him even though he apologized?
Qian An looked at Su Lenghe in despair: "Host, what should I do? I don't want to lose my wife."
Su Lenghe could tell that the two were still destined to be together, so she suggested, "Let's try pursuing them again."
The rest depends on the fate of the two people.
In a marriage, mutual understanding is essential.
Today's live stream made Qian An realize his mistake.
Without Su Lenghe, their misunderstanding would have continued.
After a while, Qian An couldn't help but propose a divorce.
Because the two people are angry with each other, their dislike is passed on to the child.
The child felt superfluous and experienced psychological repression.
She eventually fell ill and chose to jump off a building.
Qian An thanked Su Lenghe, paid the fortune-telling fee, and hurriedly hung up the phone, embarking on his long journey to win back his wife.
A simply dressed man secured the second connection.
He spoke with a heavy accent: "Host, I heard you're very accurate at fortune telling, can you save my son?"
Su Lenghe: "Tell me about your son's situation first?"
Du Zhi: "My son seems like a completely different person."
Three days ago, Du Zhi's son, Du An, suddenly underwent a drastic personality change.
That morning, Du Zhi put his feet on a stool to eat, and kept shaking his leg.
Du Zhi scolded, "There's a proper way to stand and a proper way to sit. What kind of talk is this?"
Du Anzi slurped up a mouthful of porridge, then, perhaps having eaten some chaff, spat out, "I'll sit however I want!"
Du Zhi was so angry that he smacked him with the tip of his chopstick: "Whose father are you? I'm your dad."
Duan rolled up his sleeves and cursed, "You dare hit me? I'll fight you to the death!"
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