"You'd better have an explanation. Otherwise, you'll be the one left here to explain yourself."
Despite Wang Zhenguo's assurance, Wang Zhen showed no reaction at all. Instead, Wu Ming spoke again.
"All these years, I've been busy with work and neglected the Household. I never expected something like this to happen. This was my oversight. Don't worry—I absolutely won't let this slide." Wang Zhenguo's expression was complicated as he let out a faint sigh.
After saying that, Wang Zhenguo said nothing more. He sat down on the sofa, his face dark, seemingly lost in thought.
No one spoke again, and the atmosphere fell silent for a while.
Thirty minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Urgent brakes screeched outside the villa, followed by a hurried series of footsteps.
Madam Wang rushed through the door with her exquisitely made-up daughter, Wang Ya, and Wang Jing, who wore a brand-new outfit of designer labels and carried a birthday gift box.
"Honey, what happened? It's Xiao Jing's birthday today. Why did you call us back so urgently?"
Madam Wang wore an unhappy expression, her voice thick with complaint. She had not noticed the extra people in the living room, nor had she seen Wang Zhenguo's livid, icy face.
Wang Ya chimed in, her face full of spoiled arrogance. "Exactly, Dad. It's one thing for you not to come celebrate Xiao Jing's birthday with him, but why did you call us back in such a hurry?"
Only Wang Jing, standing in the middle, caught a glimpse of the thin, silent Wang Zhen in the corner from the corner of his eye. He put on an obedient, sensible act.
"Dad, did we come back too late and make you angry? Don't blame Mom and Sis. It's all my fault..."
"Birthday?"
Wang Zhenguo spoke slowly,