Yarong's smile immediately darkened, as she slammed one hand on the desk, "Why does it have to be her?"
Yan Hong had just picked up some rice with his chopsticks, and her outburst startled him.
His face darkened, "What on earth did you take today? You've just had a fight with Qianyi downstairs, and now you want to hit me too?"
"I told you she started it, but you just won't believe me!"
Yan Hong ignored her and continued to eat.
Yarong bit her teeth in anger.
"Yan Hong, be honest with me, is Yan Qianyi more important to you than Ruyi? You talk about loving both the palm and the back of your hand, but I see you favoring one over the other! Is it because Yan Qianyi grew up by your side since she was little, so you're more partial to her? Or is it because... she is the daughter born to your ex-wife and you, thus making her more precious than our daughter?"
Yan Hong sighed helplessly, "I'm not favoring anyone, can you stop mentioning my ex-wife all the time? You're my wife now!"
