"Out of respect for Ranran, I'll call you Mr. Ye, but as for 'dad', I don't think you deserve that title," Jun Mochan said indifferently.
"This is my house, if you dislike me so much, leave immediately," Father Ye said, beating his chest in rage.
Jun Mochan glanced at him coldly, "I'm here with my wife."
His non-aggressive but firm stance made Father Ye's face turn beet red.
"Ye Ranran, did you bring him here deliberately to upset dad?" Ye Tianjiao looked angrily at Ye Ranran.
Ye Ranran looked innocently at him, "Dad told me to come home. If you all dislike me so much, then I'll leave."
Ye Ranran grabbed Jun Mochan's hand, ready to leave.
"Stop right there," Father Ye roared.
Indeed, Ye Ranran obediently stopped.
Father Ye sighed, "Well, since you're already here, stay for dinner before you go."
"My husband and I have already eaten, because I was afraid that someone would disgust me so I couldn't eat anything. If I had to vomit, there should be something to vomit, right?"