Ding Jianshe took Xu Ancheng's jeep back to the Dingping Production Team. Along the way, Ding Jianshe remained silent, almost burying his head in his chest. Xu Ancheng was not concerned about his mood; bringing him out was all that mattered.
"Ancheng, tell me, why am I so unlucky?" In the silence of the car, where only the sound of driving could be heard, Ding Jianshe choked out a low whisper.
"Because you're not fit to be a man." Xu Ancheng glanced at Ding Jianshe in the passenger seat, his eyes filled with disdain, "You can't even protect your own wife, so what kind of man are you."
"I'm talking about the two before her," Xu Ancheng added, "As for this one, it's because you're blind—blind more than once. Marriage depends on your choice and management; you only make the choice but don't manage it, so you keep getting divorced."
"My mom..."
