Song Zhiwen had to rely on his wife, so he could only keep his head down, his shoulders slumping.
His wife snorted coldly, "Even if you have no ties with him now, you've definitely raked in a good amount of money from him, right?"
Even if Song Zhiwen played around outside, in the end, they were family. Now that Song Zhiwen's face was being brushed off, it was like a slap to her own face.
As a couple, no matter the grudges in their hearts, those were issues to be shut behind closed doors, not letting others see them lose face.
I knew she deliberately wanted to embarrass me.
Growing impatient, I didn't want to entangle with her anymore and headed toward the door of the private room, ready to leave.
But Cheng Yu grabbed my wrist, and Song Zhiwen's wife scoffed, "If you dare to do it, why fear people talking?"