"Huang Zhixing, you actually hit me?!"
Jiang Wangya's eyes widened in disbelief.
All these years, Father Huang had never said anything harsh to Jiang Wangya, so Jiang Wangya couldn't believe that Father Huang would hit her.
Father Huang sneered. "Not only do I want to hit you, but I also want to divorce you and chase you out. You won't get a single cent of the Huang family's property."
Hearing Father Huang's words, Jiang Wangya was completely flustered.
She pounced on Father Huang and grabbed his clothes, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Huang Zhixing, you're really ruthless. I've taken care of this family for so many years. Even if I haven't contributed much, I've done some hard work. You actually want to chase me out without saying anything!"
