"Xiaoyi, are you still mad at Dad?"
Shi Youjin's voice was filled with guilt, "Dad misunderstood you yesterday and accidentally scalded you. I want to apologize to you. Please come back. I've divorced your mom, and she won't even talk to me now. You're all Dad has left. Don't be so estranged from me, okay?"
"You went looking for her?"
"Yeah, she sold our house. How could I not settle the score with her?"
Shi Youjin's tone was pitiful, as if he feared Ye Chuyi wouldn't come. He said, "Xiaoyi, if I had known that getting out of jail would upset you, I would have rather stayed inside. At least you would have been willing to visit me."
"If you don't come to eat, then I won't eat either. I will wait for you to come home."
Ye Chuyi had no choice but to return.
As soon as she entered, she saw three dishes and a soup on the table. This time he had truly cooked.
"Xiaoyi, you finally came back. I thought you were so angry you didn't want your dad anymore."