"Face, face!" Wei Xiaoqing spat out. "How can you still think of your face at this moment? Hou Yingyi, thirty million! There are so many things you can spend that money on!"
Wei Xiaoqing was clearly angry. That was why she refused to give Hou Yingyi a face in front of so many people. It was as if she was scolding her grandson.
Hou Yingyi was furious, but he held back his anger and pulled Wei Xiaoqing to the side. "What are you doing?! We can talk about it when we get home tonight. There are many people here, don't make things uglier!"
"Make things uglier?" Wei Xiaoqing pushed Hou Yingyi's hand away and continued to scold him. "Why didn't you think it would look this ugly when you were playing outside? Hou Yingyi, which eyes of mine are blind for falling in love with a bastard like you? On our wedding day, someone came to collect the debt. Do you think you still have a face just because I don't make a fuss?"
