At lunchtime, due to the gloomy weather, the house appeared somewhat dark.
The atmosphere in the main room was even more somber.
Qi Wenwei wanted to stop Zhao Sanya, but she moved too quickly, and before he could react, Zhao Sanya had already clashed with Anning.
Anning, however, was not angry.
There was no point in getting mad at someone who was about to go to hell.
She calmly put down her chopsticks: "Oh? You're lecturing me on rules? Zhao Sanya, let me tell you, in this house, I am the rules."
Zhao Sanya laughed: "I hope Madam still thinks this way in the future."
She turned her head to Qi Wenwei: "Husband, I am not like Madam. I clearly distinguish between legitimate and bastard children."
She touched her belly: "After all, my own child is my own, I won't be raising someone else's child."
"Yes, who would want to raise someone else's when they have their own?"
Anning looked at Qi Wenwei with a somewhat mocking smile.
At that look, Qi Wenwei started to sweat.
"Enough."
