17

When Yang Jing got home, he habitually heard the sounds of quarreling inside.

The child was crying desperately in the bedroom, while outside the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were arguing.

Outside, there was the sound of his sister cursing while playing games, and his father remained silent like an invisible man.

He walked in wearily.

A text message on his phone showed his recently paid salary.

Just fifteen thousand of his salary, with rent and utilities taking four thousand, baby formula and diapers three thousand...

On top of that, the child is currently sick and requires surgery in the future, which will be a huge expense.

Yang Jing sat on the sofa, his face blank.

[Li Qing, make a bowl of hangover soup.]

He sat for a long time, but nobody came out.

Unbidden, he thought of the time when he was with Chen Lulu.

At the company, he was inexperienced, so every time there was a drinking event, he had to drink.