Yu Jingting was raging at Suizi one-sidedly.
But Suizi couldn't understand what he was so mad about.
She was utterly confused.
"Why would Lun Lamei be credible?"
Yu Jingting's fury due to being ignored by his wife slightly cooled after hearing her question.
With her calm face, Suizi made Yu Jingting feel like punching into a cotton ball, making him feel suffocated.
"Tiegen, come in!"
Wang Cuihua stood at the doorway, her hands behind her back, hollering out.
Yu Jingting shot Suizi a look, meaning to say, we'll deal with this later.
"What the-- Damn!"
When her son approached, Wang Cuihua swung out a broom from behind her, aiming at his head.
Yu Jingting narrowly dodged his mom's broomstick.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, he dodged his mother, only to be caught by his father.
A dustpan landed on Yu Jingting's head, dealt by Yu Shuisheng.
Yu Jingting felt a rain of small scraps falling from his head.
