Fang Peizhong saw Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting, gritting his teeth; if it wasn't for Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao, he wouldn't have been locked up for a month, nor would he have a limp.
It was all thanks to them that he ended up like this.
Now the two of them were living so comfortably.
Fang Peizhong was filled with immense hatred.
But he didn't show it on his face.
His fist clenched tightly under the table.
Liu Hongmei looked at Fang Peizhong's expression and was scared out of her wits.
Every time Fang Peizhong was like this, it meant someone was in for trouble.
She was on edge, afraid it would affect her and the child.
She really had to consider whether to leave Fang Peizhong.
But her family was like that; if she left the Fang family, her family definitely wouldn't agree.
What to do then?
When the banquet ended, Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting accompanied Old Mrs. Song as she left.
