Chapter 8 — I Posted My Wife's Photo, and This Happened

"This record... I really can't write it anymore. The character relationships are too complicated, there are six people in the character alone, and there's another person livestreaming in the group chat..."

“Who is livestreaming?”

“A close friend of the litigant.”

“…”

The director walked out. He glanced around and looked around at all the people present. My mother was teaching Co Bac Than, breaking his fingers and counting each of his crimes. My father sat next to me and silently nodded, but when he nodded, he fell asleep - he had a superpower, which was being able to fall asleep in any battlefield conditions. Co Bac Than listened to the curse and leaned towards my father, trying to find some protection. Quy Trach Vien was sitting in the corner answering some text message, the light from his phone shone on his face, his expression was extremely unique - probably a colleague in the group asked if there was anything fun on duty today. Tran Giai Nghi sat next to me, pointed his phone at the ceiling and took a selfie, with the words "At Thu Thu's yard", posting it to a series of sub-accounts around his friends. She thought I didn't see. I see it all. I decided to temporarily spare him from hitting him. Today's target has actually been used up. The director took a deep breath.

"Alright."

His voice was not loud, but had a power that made everyone silent. My mother stopped. Co Bac Than fell silent. Even Tran Giai Nghi also put down the phone.

"This matter is a family dispute. We focus on reconciliation. First, both sides should calm down. If there is any problem, then sit down and talk slowly."

He looked at me: "Miss Lam, moving your hands and feet is not right." He looked at Co Bac Than again: "Brother Co, posting a photo like that... is really not very appropriate." Very delicate words. But the whole hall understood the meaning — You deserve it. The director continued: "Let's do this, I'll give you two ten minutes, you two go into the room to talk, see if we can forgive each other. If it's resolved satisfactorily, the record stops here. If it can't be resolved..." He looked at Tieu Vuong, Tieu Vuong had filled three pages of paper, his wrists were shaking.

“If we don't get it resolved, Tieu Vuong will probably have to work overtime until tomorrow morning.”

【Chapter 6】 The director arranged a room for us to talk. The room is not big, a table, two chairs, and a buzzing fluorescent light. After the door closed, the sounds outside suddenly became distant. My mother's scolding, Tran Giai Nghi's laughter, my aunt's biting melon seeds, all were separated outside the door. There's only two of us left. Co Bac Than sat opposite, bowing his head. The wound on his face was even more obvious under the fluorescent light. The left cheek was swollen, the corner of the mouth had traces of dried blood, and the nose was red. He never spoke up. I didn't say anything either. The room was silent for about two minutes. Then he spoke. The voice is very light, a bit hoarse.

“Wife.”

“Um.”

“You are wrong.”

“Um.”

“That post, I really didn't mean it.”

I didn't reply. He raised his head to look at me.

"I really don't want to upset you. I just... find that look of yours extremely adorable."

“Snoring and drooling are called cute?”

“In my eyes, that's adorable.”

His tone was extremely sincere. So sincere that I almost believed it. Just a little more.

“So what do you mean by showing the world?”

“I don't know how to group viewers.”

“We've been married for three years and you don't know how to set the display mode?”

“I never knew.”

“You still know how to play a game with such complicated operations, a group you don't know about?”

Co Bac Than held his breath for two seconds.

“That… is different…”

“Nowhere else.”

He can't answer anymore. He bowed his head and ruffled his hair with his hands.