Secretary Song looked at her. "Then… get some rest."
He walked out the door, and when Cheng Xinghe saw him, he asked, "How is Song Ci?"
Secretary Song didn't know how to answer. He stepped aside and called An Jia.
Song Ci sat on the bed, trying to calm herself down, when An Jia's call came through.
She wiped her tears and answered, "Mom."
An Jia had always been strong and forceful at work, yet her tone toward her daughter was very gentle. "Why did you quarrel with your dad?"
Song Ci said, "I just feel like he spends too little time with you."
"Your dad is just clumsy. If you don't spell some things out, he really doesn't get it. But… I've never blamed him." Even if they didn't spend much time together, for her, just hearing a single word from the person she loved was enough to make her happy.
"Why?" Song Ci said, "You clearly miss him so much, why don't you ever tell him?"
