Zhao Zheng's face turned red, black, and then green with anger.
Xuxu said nothing to stop Yan Rusheng. She felt that he needed this harsh blow, or else he wouldn't know where he stood.
He always had on his scholar's attitude, despising this and despising that.
"Yan Rusheng, you've always been so contemptuous." Zhao Zheng couldn't stand it any longer and stood up, glaring at him.
Unless Yan Rusheng was torn into pieces, his anger wouldn't dissipate.
Yan Rusheng replied plainly, "I don't have to give anyone time of day. Naturally, I have many people crowding around me, but I only have eyes for my wife."
Just as Yan Rusheng had said, there was no aspect in which Zhao Zheng was better than Yan Rusheng.
With the wave of a hand or just a glance, Yan Rusheng could subdue anyone.
After he finished his sentence, he ignored Zhao Zheng, bending down to sit beside Xuxu.
