"Ah!"
Zhang Wenfang's face twisted with rage as she hurled her cellphone, hitting Wen Hong squarely on the forehead. He stood up abruptly and roared at her, "Have you gone mad enough? All night long you've been raving like this, when will you stop?!"
"Am I mad? I'm mad because of our daughter, who's been thrown into South Africa by Qin Yu's people. We don't even know if she's dead or alive, and here you are, a father who not only does nothing to save her but also has the nerve to sit around smoking!"
The more Zhang Wenfang spoke, the angrier she got, and she ran over to snatch the cigarette from Wen Hong's hand, throwing it on the ground and stomping on it like a madwoman. Not satisfied, she grabbed the cigarette box from the sofa and flung it to the ground to stomp on it, too.
"I told you to smoke, told you to smoke, all you ever do is smoke, and you don't even have the guts to save your own daughter. Wen Hong, you coward, you worthless..."
"Smack!"
