Standing right in front of someone, looking at their wife with such a bare gaze, what man could bear it?
Mo Han shielded Luo Ning with his body, his tone icy, "Take your things and get out! Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"
"Impolite? How will you be impolite?" Zhang Hao said arrogantly, "What can you, a cripple, do to me?"
"I'm standing right here, you damn well try to touch me!"
Mo Han's eyes narrowed slightly, two silver needles pinched between his fingers, ready to strike at any moment.
Suddenly!
Yang Meifeng rushed over and slapped Mo Han's cheek hard.
"Mo Han! What nonsense are you spouting! The one who should get out is you!"
"Get the hell out of here now!"
Even a clay figure has a spark of anger.
Mo Han could no longer maintain his dignity, "Mom, isn't this too much?"
"Ning'er and I aren't divorced yet; by name, I'm still your son-in-law!"
"You not helping your son-in-law is one thing, but to hit me in front of a stranger! Is that appropriate?"
