"Is that so?" Even with Meng Yuhuai's calm temperament, he became somewhat angry upon hearing the news, his palm striking the table with a smack, his voice rising unconsciously, "I know that Huang Popi, always engaging in unsightly tricks, full of dirty schemes. If he had the guts to confront me openly, I would respect him as a real man. To think he took advantage when I was away from home..."
"Alright, alright," Hua Xiaomai pulled on his sleeve, "the matter has already passed. Why bother getting angry now? Isn't it too late? I know what you are capable of, and that scoundrel won't be able to escape. If he can't produce the money to compensate us in three months, you can still settle scores with him then. We haven't seen each other for so long, and you finally come back—can't we talk about something happy?"
Seeing her like this, Meng Yuhuai could only swallow his anger for the moment, changed the subject, and chatted with her about everyday matters.
