As soon as the words fell, without giving He Yiran a chance to speak, Ye Lantian strode into the kitchen.
She snatched the spatula from He Longze's hand and took over cooking herself.
To say she wasn't angry would be a lie.
She knew from the beginning that He Yiran didn't like her, thinking that her marriage to He Longze was an unchangeable fact, believing she would gradually accept it, accept her.
Since He Yiran returned from abroad, she had been earnestly treating her well, sincerely welcoming her to live with them and share their life together.
Yet what was the result? She turned around and badmouthed her behind He Longze's back.
The thought of it was infuriating.
So while frying an egg, she made a point of moving vigorously, causing the pots and pans to clatter noisily.
He Longze stood by, feeling a bit caught in the middle.
