An Ning said angrily, "I'm telling you, don't be biased. Boys need their father's care more."
"..." Mo Ang said shamelessly, "I don't like boys, I like girls!"
An Ning felt like banging her head against the wall, could a father really say this? "I'm going to take a shower, I'm not talking to you."
"Didn't you always want to talk to me? Now I'm giving you the chance, if you don't speak now, the chance won't be there tomorrow," Mo Ang said.
"Can you not speak so ominously?" An Ning said angrily.
"No problem!" Mo Ang smiled.
"Even if there's no problem, don't say it like that, I can't take it." An Ning's eyes became wet again, her voice increasingly nasal. "You go rest, I need to rest too!"
Mo Ang could already tell she was about to cry, but since he wasn't by her side, he could only comfort her over the phone. "Why are you crying again? The An Ning I know isn't someone who likes to cry!"
