Chen Qidong entered the room and closed the door. When Zhao Xue saw her husband come in, she didn't give him a nice look.
It was the first time in so many years of marriage that Chen Qidong had hit her, and it was because of an outsider, in front of so many people.
How could Zhao Xue feel at ease, how could she not be angry?
"How do you still have the face to come in, you actually hit me in front of your brother."
"Keep your voice down and shut up. What do you know? When I told you to clean up today, you should have done it quickly. Why did you make that small room? I have my reasons for doing it. If it wasn't for a good reason, why would I let you do it?" Chen Qidong was a bit disappointed, thinking his wife was a bit short-sighted.
"What kind of deep meaning can you have? Normally you're not that filial to your dad, and now this? How am I supposed to understand that? How am I supposed to think?" Zhao Xue took apart all the sheets on the bed.
