Caught between his parents and his wife, Chen Yuxuan was in extreme headache.
He didn't understand, really didn't understand how things had gotten this far.
Song Xiaorou, before marriage, was gentle and soft, but after marriage, she was like a different person, especially in the way she treated his family members.
It was as if she had transformed from a spring breeze to a violent storm.
"Dad, mom, there really isn't any spare room in our house, isn't staying at a hotel quite nice? This is a five-star hotel in Pengcheng, you've never stayed at one before, why not experience a different hotel life!" Chen Yuxuan pleaded earnestly.
Chen's mother angrily said, "You're my son, is there any son who indulges his wife to kick his parents out to a hotel?"
"Mom!" Chen Yuxuan pinched the bridge of his nose, "Stop making a scene."
"Making a scene? How am I making a scene? I am not some shrew that quarrels in the street!" Chen's mother lowered her voice a little and puffed out her chest.
