"Wang Yong! Are you still shameless? You play with your broken mobile phone all day long. The sky in your house is about to fall, and you are sitting here like a dead person!"
The sharp and mean voice pierced Wang Yong's ears like steel needles.
He raised his head, and the two big words "Failure" on the screen of his mobile phone were particularly dazzling.
The speaker was his mother-in-law, Liu Mei. At this moment, he was holding his hands on his hips and his face with exquisite makeup was full of contempt and anger. He looked at Wang Yong like he was looking at a pile of mud.
In the living room, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people breathless.
Wang Yong's wife, Lin Qingxue, a famous iceberg beauty in Jiangcheng, was sitting on the single sofa, her brows furrowed and her face pale. She wore a professional skirt today, which vividly outlined her perfect figure, but her beautiful face was full of exhaustion and weakness.
Father-in-law Lin Hai was pacing back and forth, smoking cigarettes one after another, and the whole living room was filled with smoke.
"Mom, stop talking." Lin Qingxue finally spoke, with a deep weariness in her voice, "What's the use of getting angry at him? Can he solve the problem?"
These words sounded like he was trying to save Wang Yong, but the contempt and disappointment in those words were more hurtful than Liu Mei's direct insult.
Wang Yong didn't have any trouble in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little.
Three years.
