"Give you a ray of sunshine, and you shine like gold. What gives you the right to look down on me, talking nonsense in circles? For someone of your status to even sit in my house, your family's ancestors must be smoking green from their graves!"
Zhao Ruolan was fiercely aggressive, and her words pierced straight into Zhang Xiaowei's heart.
The old man and Zhao Ruohui, husband and wife, saw the escalating tension between the two and each frowned deeply.
"Ruolan, how can you be so rude to a guest!"
The old man couldn't contain his anger, and as he reprimanded her, he began coughing violently.
Zhao Ruohui immediately tensed up, quickly patting her grandfather's back, trying to ease his breath.
Zhang Xiaowei, however, was completely indifferent.
He had anticipated this reaction when he had spoken those words.
Her sharp tongue really spares no one.
Such a wife, even if given for free, I wouldn't want.
If I married her, wouldn't I be tormented by her every day?
