Xia Wealth's gloomy voice came crashing down, "Ye Junqing, you've married a rustic girl, has that ruined your manners too?"
Ye Junqing didn't bother to respond to Xia Wealth. After hanging up the phone, he went outside, and from behind, he held Ye Xingguang, who was brandishing a broom at Wang Zimei. In a low voice, he softly coaxed her, "That's enough, don't dirty your hands."
Ye Xingguang was practically crying with anger. Held by Ye Junqing, she threw the broom in her hand towards Wang Zimei, her voice boiling with rage, "Get lost! Get far away from me! Or I will kill you!"
Wang Zimei fled in panic. Her feet wobbled in her high heels, and with a stumble, she fell to the ground, crying out in pain for Xia Wealth.
Xia Wealth strode out to stand in front of Wang Zimei, helping his wife up, admonishing harshly: "Ye Xingguang, don't take our elders' indulgence towards you as license for your recklessness! We're here only to claim our daughter!"
