The one who came in was Zhang Zetao. He snatched Tang Jinmei back from Song Yanqing, noticing her disheveled hair and a bump on the back of her head, especially since her unborn child had just been killed by his ex-wife.
Zhang Zetao slapped Song Yanqing across the face, knocking her into a chair.
Song Yanqing held her face, staring at Zhang Zetao in disbelief, "You hit me, you dare hit me, Zhang Zetao, you ungrateful bastard!"
Zhang Zetao couldn't hold back any longer, "Song Yanqing, we've been married for more than ten years, I know you better than anyone. You talk about righteousness and morality, but you're more selfish than anyone;
You want everyone to obey and listen to you, but do you have that ability? You boast about your medical skills and ethics, but do you possess any? You demand from others, but you're more shameless, selfish, and immoral than anyone!"
"You're talking nonsense! It's not true!" Song Yanqing couldn't accept this outright denial of herself.
