Qin Zhou's Establishment of Prestige (1)

He chased after the car for a while before his older twin took his hand and pulled him back home.

Their father did not return home straight away after leaving his office as the man was sulking.

Instead, he went to a café and ordered himself a cup of coffee. He left the place without drinking even a sip when it was served to him, though.

When he reached home, he turned on the lights, only to be greeted by a silent yet lifeless living room.

A touch of despondency and gloom flashed across his deep-set eyes as he leaned against the front door. He walked over to take a seat on the sofa, letting his body sink down it.

She was not home, and the two boys were likely already asleep.

The family seemed to be incomplete with her absence.

Time slowly ticked by, but the man sat unmoving on the sofa.

He constantly swiped at his phone's display screen. Be it a text message, a WeChat message, or even a phone call, no notification of such showed up.