Rong Honghui left with his wife and daughter, and in the car, Ma Li's mouth never stopped.
"Who hates Rong Qingqing so much to lock her in a place like that? But it really does feel satisfying."
"Rong Qingqing made such a fool of herself, and right in front of Shen Jue, and all those guests from the Zhao Family, if I were Shen Jue, I wouldn't want this kind of fiancée."
"Enough!" Rong Honghui was growing increasingly impatient.
Rong Qingqing had no vested interests with him, and after all, Rong Qingqing was his niece. As a man and an elder, Rong Honghui wouldn't stoop so low as to kick his own niece when she's down.
Naturally, listening to his wife's petty behavior-like words, Rong Honghui became increasingly impatient.
It also made him understand why, after so many years, Ma Li still couldn't win the old man's favor.
