Su Nian suddenly sprang out of Zheng Haoyu's arms, anger flaring up, and glared fiercely at Yixin, "You brat, what are you talking about? Do you believe I'll take off my shoe and hit you?"
Yixin smirked and then turned to Zheng Haoyu, "Daddy, control your wife, she's going to flip the house!"
"Let her flip it, if it's not enough I'll buy a bigger house for her to flip." Zheng Haoyu remained unmoved.
The three of them, including Yixin, were speechless, twitching the corners of their mouths as they watched Zheng Haoyu, "It's over, there's no saving him."
After saying that, he dashed upstairs, throwing a look at Zheng Haoyu that seemed to say, 'You've really lost face as a man,' while Su Nian broke free from Zheng Haoyu's embrace, clawing and snapping, "Brat, you have the guts not to run, just you wait."
Zheng Haoyu pulled her to sit down, "Come on, have some tea, your son poured it for you."
