Yang Hao's words were stern, and Feng Huihui, who had been married to him for over a decade, was reprimanded so severely for the first time that she was startled.
Shame and anger rose from the depths of her heart, slowly climbing her cheeks, turning her face beet red.
Looking at Yang Hao's grim face, she bit her teeth, covered most of her face with a handkerchief, and stood up to hurry toward the door.
"Hey, sister-in-law!" Yang Ye jumped to his feet, wanting to chase after her.
"Mother!" Yang Zheng also stood up.
"Sit down! No one goes after her!" Yang Hao's brows furrowed, and he commanded loudly.
"Big brother, is sister-in-law...," Yang Ye halted in his tracks. Although he often bravely talked back to Yang Hao without much respect, he was still apprehensive when Yang Hao was truly angry, "Does sister-in-law have some worries...?"