This mistress's words were so offensive that even Song Xiaoru couldn't bear to listen, let alone Song Xiaodong.
His eyes fixed on the mistress with a gaze resembling that of a wild beast eyeing a lamb, frightening her into stepping back as she said, "What now? Are you gonna hit me?"
Song Xiaodong snorted coldly and said, "Someone trashy like you isn't even worth the dirt on my hands. I really don't see how someone like you deserves anyone buying you a car."
The mistress arrogantly hugged the old man's arm and said, "You think my husband is as poor as you? Right, honey?"
The old man puffed up his chest and said, "Of course, it's just buying a car, no big deal."
Song Xiaodong sneered and said, "I'm impressed, really, to spend so much for a sewer rat."
The mistress glared and retorted, "My husband and I are truly in love. What do you know, right, darling?"
