"Madam, the master and mistress are about to come to blows. You should come take a look!" Mrs. Zhang spoke with urgency, glancing through the corridor to the living room, ready to step in and break up the fight at any moment.
"How dare you oppose me?"
"It's not that I'm opposing you, it's you who is opposing me," Xia Lu looked up at him, "You kick and throw away the things my mother gave me as if they meant nothing. That's not only disrespectful to me, but also to my mother."
This time she didn't get angry but spoke calmly, trying to reason without raising her voice.
"Huh, you actually talk to me about respect." Zhou Mingchen found it amusing. "Get it straight, our marriage is based on an agreement. You and I are inherently unequal, so what respect is there to speak of?"
The two faced off for several seconds before Xia Lu suddenly deflated.
