Over here.
Yin Zhenxiang, who had been rejected by Liu Haitao, stormed back home, fuming.
Seeing his wife's sour expression, Sun Chenggang, who was still sitting on the sofa, scrolling through short videos and watching pretty girls sing Huangmei opera, scrambled toward the bathroom.
"What are you running off to do?"
"Going to the toilet."
"You run off to the toilet the moment I get home? Give me your phone!"
Yin Zhenxiang snatched away Sun Chenggang's phone, checked his browsing history, and immediately flared up with rage.
"You shameless, disgraceful old man! Always drooling over young girls shaking their butts at your age, have you no shame at all? It's just disgraceful!"
Yin Zhenxiang grew angrier as she spoke and grabbed a feather duster, beginning to thrash Sun Chenggang with it.
All the anger she had bottled up from Liu Haitao was now being taken out on Sun Chenggang.
After decades of marriage, this wasn't the first or second time she had hit him.
