Xiao Yali looked at the photo of a man, a woman, and a child, and laughed scornfully to herself, "Hmph, so this is the 'good husband' everyone praises."
She clenched her teeth and carried the photos into the house, then threw them onto the coffee table. With trembling hands, she picked up the phone and dialed her husband's number.
"Hello, may I ask who's speaking?" Xiao Yali didn't expect to hear a coquettish female voice on the other end of the call. It was just after she had received those photos of her husband's affair, and now another woman was answering his phone. Xiao Yali's anger, which was already simmering, now shot straight to her head.
"Who am I? I want to ask who you are? How come you are answering my husband's phone?" Xiao Yali, being the eldest daughter of the Xiao Family, could indeed put on quite an imposing air when necessary.
