Heinz wanted to end the topic. That's why he said that.
He didn't expect the old man to be so bored that he would answer back. Usually, he would just hang up the phone.
This time, it was unusual.
"At least it's much better than not being able to use it," Heinz said lightly, "You can't even do it anymore, can you?"
The old man's self-esteem was hurt, and he said harshly, "Even if I could, I wouldn't act recklessly. I am a disciplined person, unlike you."
"Yes. You're a disciplined man who thought about other people's wives and neglected your own wife. My grandmother died of hatred because of you, yet you still have the nerve to tell me that you're a disciplined man," Heinz mocked.
"Hiss—" The old man took a deep breath and said, "Come see me tomorrow. You will regret it if you don't."
Heinz frowned as he was threatened. "What exactly are you trying to do?"
"I miss you." The old man shouted, "I miss you so much that I can't sleep, okay?"