Watching his wife enter the room with his own eyes, until seeing the door close, Lu Zhanbei finally spoke in a deep voice: "What exactly do you want?"
"What do you mean, what do I want?"
Actually knowing she was in the wrong, Mrs. Murong still unwillingly retorted to her son: "Is it not okay to say a few words?"
"Qianqian isn't feeling well today, can't you let her relax a bit after coming home?"
"She's not feeling well? I'm not feeling well either..."
"Mom! If you keep this up, I'll move out right now..."
This sentence was nearly a threat, and upon hearing it, Mrs. Murong clenched her fists, but as proud as she was, she still bit her lip: "Move out if you want, who cares?"
At those words, Lu Zhanbei stopped speaking, just lowered his head and went to the room to pack his things. Mrs. Murong realized she had truly crossed her son's line this time and immediately stepped forward to block him: "Are you really moving?"
