Zhu Zicheng's face showed some awkwardness despite his smile. He hadn't expected his own wife's relationship with the family to be so strained.
"I told you not to come, it's self-humiliation. Hurry up and leave, or are you waiting to be chased away..." Wang Zhaodi's face had been dark since she came in, and upon hearing this, she immediately complained to Zhu Zicheng, turning to leave.
Zhu Zicheng did not follow her out. "Dad, Zhaodi is still the daughter of the family... we will come again during the Mid-Autumn Festival."
With that, he left the things behind and directly went out to chase after Wang Zhaodi.
The house fell quiet, and for a moment, no one knew what to say.
Wang Miaomiao stepped forward, looking at the things on the table: a can of malt milk, a pack of Da Gongji cigarettes, and two bottles of Lao Baigan liquor.
