10 p.m.
"I'm furious!"
Mr. Cheng Senior returned home and tossed his cell phone onto the sofa, "What an attitude from that Old Ding!"
Cheng Runzhi coughed softly twice, "Dad, your attitude wasn't much better."
"You little rascal!" Mr. Cheng Senior, having just been offended at the Ding Family, was even more infuriated upon hearing this, his face red and neck thick, "Who am I doing this for? Isn't it to support your wife? You're like a mute, not saying a word there, and I, at the ripe age of seventy, still have to bow and scrape and apologize to them, and now you have the nerve to criticize me?"
Cheng Runzhi said, "This really was Taotao's fault, though."
