Lu Zhenping had Lu Jiasheng make him a recliner, and on those bitterly cold days, he would just lie there and rock back and forth. Mingyang, Ming Liang, Ming Fang, and the youngest, Ming Kai, would occasionally peek at him.
"I think Dad's encountering something sad."
"Nonsense, Dad is such a strong person, how could he have any sad things happening? If you don't know, don't spout nonsense."
Mingyang was somewhat dissatisfied with his brother's bluffs, lifted his hand, and tapped Ming Liang's forehead like a little adult.
"Ouch, I'm telling the truth, brother. Just look, ever since mom started working, Dad has been staying home every day and doesn't seem happy at all. He's become listless. Xiao Kai is also living a slovenly life following Dad; oh, our home—it just can't function without a woman."
