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In a roar, Zhao Meilan looked at Song Haifeng, who was sitting nearby, reading the newspaper, and angrily strode over to rip the newspaper from his hands.
"Song Laosan, did you hear that?"
"That little slut, Zheng Linlin, has already hooked up with the Eldest Young Master Su, and she'll bring him home to visit Old Lady Song tonight!"
"And you still have the mood to read the newspaper!"
"Look, look, why don't you just die!"
"How did I ever marry such a useless wimp like you!"
Song Haifeng looked at Zhao Meilan, who seemed to have gone insane, and his face immediately darkened.
He stood up abruptly.
His gaze was filled with rage as he looked at Zhao Meilan.
Zhao Meilan, upon seeing Song Haifeng's demeanor, raised her hand to slap him.
"You dare get angry with me!"
"Did I say anything wrong?"
However, just as Zhao Meilan's hand swung out, Song Haifeng grabbed her wrist.
"Are you sick in the head?"
