Watching Yang Meifeng devour the meal he painstakingly prepared, without uttering a word of thanks, and even lashing out at him instead,
Luo Shanchuan clenched his fists in anger, wishing he could punch her right then and there.
"Wife! This wretched wife!"
It was too much, way too much!
True, he had thought on his feet earlier, expressing a desire for an extra two hundred yuan in spending money, but even such a simple request was turned down by Yang Meifeng.
Damn it, you gamble every day, losing hundreds or even thousands at a time.
I just wanted an extra two hundred yuan for pocket money, yet you flatly refused.
Is this even human behavior?
Seeing his father-in-law's dark expression, Mo Han quickly came over to console him, whispering, "Dad, let it go, don't argue with Mom."
"I'll ask for more next time I'm doing a feng shui consultation for someone."
With tears nearly spilling from his eyes, the father-in-law uttered gratefully, "What a good son-in-law, indeed!"