"Just a little?" Wang Xuehong said angrily. "Why don't you count how much stuff you've sent to your family over the years? Have I ever said a single word about it? And now look at you, complaining that I can't provide you with a good life. If you don't want to live like this anymore, just say the word."
When Pang Xiaofang heard this, she immediately covered her face and started crying. "I knew it! You're tired of me! Tell me, do you have a mistress on the side? You're just trying to kick me out to make room for her, aren't you? Tell me, aren't you?"
Wang Xuehong was so furious he was practically fuming. He slammed his hand on the table. "You woman! You're completely unreasonable!"
With that, he turned and stormed into the house, forcefully slamming the door behind him.
Pang Xiaofang wiped away a tear and, huffing indignantly, turned and went into the kitchen.
