Seeing Liu Haizhong's smug expression, Yi Zhonghai really wanted to punch him, even though he wasn't at the factory, he knew this guy had been badmouthing him quite a bit these days.
Yi Zhonghai held back and ignored him, but when he returned to the room and saw his wife packing things up, his expression turned very ugly.
Would he have to scheme so much if she hadn't been infertile?
Now, he wouldn't be so down and out. "It's all you—if you had given birth to a son or a daughter, I wouldn't be like this."
His wife continued to pack things, and although Yi Zhonghai would take out his frustrations on her when things went badly outside, it was just verbal, and she never took it seriously.
But this time was different. Locked up for a long time, Yi Zhonghai's whole mindset had changed. It wasn't that he didn't want to hit her before, but he had considered his image.
What if in hitting her, he went too far and struck where he shouldn't, and the neighbors saw?
