"Xiuhui, Mengmeng just had some fruits. I'm taking her for a walk. It's not a good time to sit down and chat. If you have something to say to her, come back tomorrow."
Without waiting for ruan Mengmeng's reply, Zhan Yang stood up with a cold face.
At first glance, there seemed to be no problem with what he said.
However, after careful consideration, there were problems everywhere.
Zhan Yang was Duan xiuhui's husband, but compared to her, he was more biased toward ruan Mengmeng.
As the matriarch of the Zhan family, Duan xiuhui had been pampered and raised by the Duan family. After she married Zhan Yang, she could get whatever she wanted.
All these years, other than the time when old master Zhan had abandoned his family and placed righteousness before family, Duan xiuhui had never been defeated.
She furrowed her brows and ignored Zhan Yang's cold warning gaze. She took out a cloth rabbit from behind her.
