Su Xiangdong and his wife returned to their luxury villa, their faces darkened with anger.
As soon as they entered the house, Lady Su threw her limited edition handbag forcefully onto the sofa, clearly furious.
Her face turned green as she sat on the sofa, her eyes filled with venomous anger, her chest heaving with rage.
She resentfully said, "That bastard Liu Qing Ming must have done it on purpose. Why didn't he tell us beforehand that the bastard's presence was required to inherit that bitch's inheritance?"
At this point, she continued angrily, "He was so close to that bitch when she was alive, even rumored to be in love with her. So, he must be doing this on purpose now. That little bastard is neither dead nor alive, where are we supposed to find him?"
Su Xiangdong sat on the sofa with a gloomy face, his expression clearly showing his anger.
He suddenly shouted at his wife, "Shut up!"
