"That's my closest brother, of course, I should help if I can!"
"He's your close brother, what about me? He can't marry without money!"
Chen Haobo was at fault.
Mrs. Chen clamored, "What's wrong with lending to our own family? It's you that's always pushing my son to move out, what are you planning?"
"Whether you like it or not, if not, let's divorce." Mrs. Chen rolled her eyes, stirring the pot, "As if you're irreplaceable?"
Ye Qiuqiu just watched Chen Haobo like this.
"Say something," she said.
Day after day of arguments, his patience had long been exhausted. Chen Haobo sat down on the sofa, not wanting to speak at all.
"Are you thinking about divorce?" Ye Qiuqiu asked, "Tired of this?"
Chen Haobo remained silent.
Disappointed, Ye Qiuqiu turned away, snatched Qianqian back from Mrs. Chen's arms and soothed, "Be good, don't cry."
Upstairs was mostly quiet, only occasionally interrupted by the child's crying.