After a long while, he let out a long sigh.
"I'm useless… I've made you and our daughter suffer. I've let you both down…"
In the past, words like these would have made Liu Yingzi's heart ache for him.
Every time Cao Daqiang complained, Liu Yingzi would immediately drop what she was doing and comfort him in a soft, gentle voice.
But now, she heard the words but felt nothing inside.
Liu Yingzi merely shot him an indifferent glance before returning to her task.
Cao Daqiang sat on the old sofa in the living room, muttering about the troubles of his day.
With every sentence, he habitually glanced up at Liu Yingzi, expecting a response.
But after muttering several complaints, he got no reply.
He turned his head to see the living room was empty. Liu Yingzi had already disappeared into the kitchen, not even a glimpse of her back remained.
He was stunned for a moment, then his brow furrowed.
