"Get lost! Is it your turn to speak?" Guo Zhengting bellowed angrily, his eyes red with fury.
This damn woman, completely clueless—doesn't she see what's going on right now?
Wen Qiyang and Ye Che were sitting, while he was standing; they were sipping tea, and he was serving them. He was already groveling short of actually kneeling.
And yet she had the gall to flaunt and brag?
When Guo's mother heard Guo Zhengting publicly scolding her in front of outsiders, she was ready to roll up her sleeves and quarrel back.
But Ye Che, who had been calmly sipping tea on the side, chuckled lightly and said, "Heh, Madam Guo, you're quite optimistic. Let's hope your entire family can remain this cheerful while begging in the streets."
The moment those words left his mouth, if Guo Zhengting still hadn't understood, then all his years in life would've been for nothing.
