The cold voice of the man rose along with his suppressed anger.
Han Qing gave a cold hum. Her face turned bloody red, so did her neck.
"I'm your mother-in-law!" She roared, the anger in her eyes burning like fire.
She held her hands tightly, a layer of sweat having already come out in her palms.
She was greatly pissed off. Clearly, this man used to respect her very much, who would send her expensive gifts on her birthday. Now he treated her with such an attitude.
Ye Hao bit his thin lips, drawing out a smile with a hint of irony. He continued to peel a shrimp for his daughter.
When he looked at Han Qing again, his eyes were filled with deep disgust.
Han Xue, beside him, was sweating all over her forehead, face totally red. Feeling that something was wrong, she grabbed her mother's hand and signaled her angry mother to say less by casting a look.
"Mom, just eat." Han Xue put a large piece of braised pork in her mother's bowl.