The door banged loudly, startling Zheng Yiling.
When she regained her composure, she was so angry she clutched her chest, trying to steady her breath.
But her anger was growing, with nowhere to release it. Seeing Xiao Dingtian sitting calmly on the side as if nothing bothered him, Zheng Yiling directed all her rage and resentment towards him.
"Xiao Dingtian, look at your so-called good son, defying us for an absurd woman, oh, I'm so angry, I'm so angry, I'm so angry…"
Xiao Dingtian looked speechlessly at his wife sitting feebly on the sofa, who had lost all grace out of anger and was hitting the table. He warned her quietly, "Mrs. Xiao, we are in public, mind your manners!"
Hearing Xiao Dingtian's warning, Zheng Yiling froze briefly, and immediately retracted her hand. She straightened herself up and resumed her noble demeanor.
