A car was parked at the Zhuang Family Mansion, and Zhuang Jiaoyang stood at the door, looking back at the mansion with a heaving chest and a face full of resentment.
Seeing Hu Zhiyuan arriving late, she immediately cursed, "What are you dawdling for? Do you think saying a few good words will make them regard you? Stop dreaming, they don't respect you at all."
Hu Zhiyuan looked at his wife, who was like a shrew, loosened his tie, unable to dissipate the anger simmering inside.
He looked at her and said with a cold laugh, "Even if they don't respect me, they wouldn't toss me out like a dog!"
Zhuang Jiaoyang's face stiffened, and she said coldly, "What do you mean? Who are you calling a dog?!"
"Jiaoyang, do you know how ugly and disgusting you look right now?" Hu Zhiyuan mocked, "Even the market aunties are cuter than you."
"What did you say, Hu Zhiyuan? How dare you compare me to those vulgar people!" Zhuang Jiaoyang was furious, stepping forward ready to slap Hu Zhiyuan.
