The cooked food was processed and approved by him, and he even did the processing himself. How could it all end up being her fault?
Lin Jiayi could no longer hold back and let out her words.
But Li Guangyuan just looked at her coldly, even sneering, "I said it was good enough to just sell vegetables, but you had to pin the blame on me, afraid that I'd get too close to other women. You said selling cooked food would make big money, so of course, if there's a problem, it's your fault."
"Now look what happened, not only did we not make any money, but we also lost so much, even sold the bicycle, and can't even sell vegetables anymore. If it's not your fault, whose fault could it be?"
"You don't even know how to feed yourself, always thinking the grass is greener on the other side. Aren't you just jealous that your sister's family made a fortune? Have you ever considered whether you have that ability?"
