Zhao Wensheng followed her into the kitchen angrily. Manman felt uneasy seeing this and tugged at her husband's sleeve: "Aren't you going to talk to Brother Zhao?"
"If there's something to say, it's better to say it clearly. Otherwise, even if I intervene, it'll just leave resentment in their hearts," Jiang Mei's husband pulled her to sit down, showing no urgency. Besides, it wasn't his place to intervene; Zhao's wife was still in the room.
Madam Zhao sat on the sofa holding a teacup, unmoving. Her stillness silenced even the Peng Family couple, who dared not make a sound. Madam Zhao's authority was undeniable—it meant she tacitly allowed the two pairs of individuals to resolve their issue themselves.
No matter how much Zhao Wensheng and Jiang Mei quarreled, their argument would lead nowhere—it wasn't merely a personal matter between them as husband and wife. Hence, the commotion in the guest room felt entirely like a life-or-death battle.
