Zhao Donglin made a phone call to his wife, immediately asking, "Wife, has our son come home these past two days?"
The sound of playing mahjong came from the phone, and a woman quickly scolded, "You still care about your son, huh? Rolling around with women outside all day long, do you even care about this family?"
Zhao Donglin immediately said, "Can you stop making a scene? Our son might be in trouble; do you understand?"
The woman across was somewhat unreasonable, saying, "I don't understand. I only know you haven't been home for a month. Now you care about your son? Where were you before?"
She hung up the phone after scolding him, not taking Zhao Donglin's words to heart at all.
Zhao Donglin was furious, wondering what this reckless wife was thinking, not caring about their son at all.
It was already late at night, and the morgue at the police station was unusually eerie.
Worried about his son's safety, he gritted his teeth and followed Qin Feng and the others inside.
