Ma Xiulian didn't even spare a glance at her, only looking sternly at her third son, "Third, do your wife's thoughts reflect your own?"
Upon hearing his mother's dangerous tone, Chen Jianye shook his head like a rattle, "Not at all, I completely agree with what you say, mom."
The will to survive was indeed strong.
Only then did Ma Xiulian give Li Chunhua a fleeting glance, "What if your wife doesn't agree?"
"What's it to her?!"
Chen Jianye glared at his wife first, then self-righteously declared, "In our house, you make the decisions, what you say goes."
As he spoke, he kept glancing at the pipe in his father Chen Dazhu's hand from the corner of his eye.
Then his gaze met his father's icy stare.
It was the same look his dad used to give before giving him a beating as a child.
Chen Jianye immediately bristled and sternly reprimanded Li Chunhua, "If you dare to talk back to mom again, I'll divorce you!"
Li Chunhua's face instantly went pale.