The More I Think About It, the More Hatred I Feel

Li Mei'en's face darkened. She felt like a fly was stuck in his throat.

The more she thought about how Wan Dou had slapped her face last night, the more she hated her. She wished she could tear this girl apart right now.

But she would never reveal her true colors in front of her husband. Although she was very dissatisfied with Wan Dou, she was not stupid enough to embarrass her in front of her husband.

She could totally let Wan Dou enter the Wen family first and slowly find a chance to deal with her in the future.

"Haha, I'm fine. Doudou really knows how to care for people. Come, sit here and talk. We'll be a family from now on. Don't stand on ceremony!"

On the other side, Wen Shiyu came down from upstairs. Wearing a dress, she looked at Wan Dou with a cold face, her eyes full of undisguised hostility.

Li Meien greeted her generously. When she saw her daughter coming down, she quickly said, "Xiaoyu, come quickly. Come and meet your sister."