Wen Jia had been taught by her grandmother since she was young. Every word and action of hers showed the demeanor of a lady.
She had never been able to beat He Rong verbally.
"Mom, don't be angry." Nangong Shuangshuang hurriedly held Wen Jia and then looked at He Rong. "Madam He, my father is not at home. If you want to look for him-"
Just then, the sound of a car sounded outside. Soon, Nangong Rongyao walked in. When he saw He Rong, he was stunned. "What are you doing here?"
"Nangong Rongyao." He Rong stood up. "We've had sex more than once. Isn't this too strange?"
Nangong Rongguang couldn't help but glance at his wife, feeling a little guilty.
Wen Jia turned around and went upstairs. Although almost 30 years had passed, she still felt disgusted looking at them. Back then, she was really blind to think that Nangong Rongyao was a good person.
