"I thought because you rarely cook, so you don't want to do it for your sister, but who knows that your sister is not as great as your wife. I shouldn't have helped you collect your love letter when we were young. You really don't appreciate me and are biased!"
Xian Guiying's face was sour, her lips were pursed as she poked Xian Zihao's waist purposely. "Biased! Biased! Biased! I'm going to stay in a hotel! I don't want to live under the same roof with a selfish man like you. I'm going to the hotel tonight!"
"Alright, stop messing around." Xian Zihao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He grabbed Xian Guiying's hand that was poking at his waist and gestured to Jiang Ruolan to drag her out of the kitchen.
"Guiying, come here." Jiang Ruolan went in and pulled her out.
Xian Guiying left the kitchen with a sour face and sat down on the sofa with her legs crossed and picked up the newspaper with a face full of jealousy.
