"You haven't come home for so long! Have you been fooling around? Ah… Are you abandoning this home? Yun Muzhong, d*mn you!"
The longer Yun Muzhong looked at the old hag, the more repulsed he felt. None of her looks, figure, or temper could compare to the other women. He absolutely couldn't understand how he had managed to stand her for so many years. "Shut up, what are you blabbering on about?" Thinking about his gentle and considerate mistresses, and then taking another look at the old hag, Yun Muzhong increasingly felt that he had wasted the past few years. If he'd done this earlier, he could be leading the enjoyable life that he was currently living outside.
Yang Siru widened her eyes in disbelief, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets. Her rage caused her blood to rush to her head. "Fine, Yun Muzhong! You dare to scream and yell at me, and talk to me in that manner! Spill, did a foxy woman outside seduce you so much that you forgot about your home? Ah…!"
