Zhang Yu hung up the phone with a smile, knowing that Zhang Guohua's days were about to get tough.
But it was his own fault. Yesterday it was Chiang Yun who stepped in, now it was his turn.
However, one shouldn't expect Pan Juan to give Zhang Guohua much of a lesson, after all, he is the eldest son.
After eating an apple, Zhang Yu patted her belly. Okay, it still wasn't quite enough.
"Another time Zhang Guohua was put in his place, which is indeed something to celebrate."
Zhang Yu thought for a moment, "Forget it, let's go out for barbecue."
There is a decent barbecue place at the entrance of the neighborhood. She had been there a few times, and the taste was genuinely good.
When a thought struck, action followed. Since it was a day worth celebrating, Zhang Yu indulged and ordered several barbecue items.
If eating felt great, then the regret that followed was just as intense.
Looking at the messy dinner table, Zhang Yu felt like crying, "I knew Zhang Guohua was no good."
