"Dad, don't talk nonsense; how could I possibly do something like hiring a hitman?" Chen Tianjie adamantly denied it.
Because he knew, once he admitted it, it wouldn't be as simple as just going to jail.
"Hmph, you even dared to set loose a cobra. What else wouldn't you dare to do? If that snake had bitten someone, it could have been fatal," Chen Jiale scolded coldly, "From now on, if you dare to step a foot outside the door, I'll break your dog legs."
"Dad!" Chen Tianjie certainly didn't want to be confined at home.
"Shut up, you son who's a disgrace to his father, a wastrel."
"Husband, can't you speak nicely? Our child is already thirty, he's not a little kid anymore."
"And you, I need to divorce you, for giving birth to a wastrel."
"You, you bastard, you're no better, flirting with your mistress. I'm fed up with you, let's divorce!"
These domestic capitalists and their dogs, all of them are the same.
