With a loud bang.
Li Wanping angrily slammed the table and stood up.
Anning had completely enraged her.
She had lost her sanity.
She pointed at Anning's nose and cursed, "Old demon, don't you realize how old you are? Still acting like a little girl, hugging and kissing and lifting each other high? Pfft, haven't seen a man for a few lifetimes, are you planning on performing some restricted scenes in front of everyone here?"
"Wanping."
Xiao Zhe panicked and rushed to grab Li Wanping.
Li Wanping shook him off, "I know you're filial and don't want to upset the old man, but there's no such thing as foolish filial piety—if you won't say it today, I will."
She glared at Anning viciously, "Xiao's, you know what kind of person you are. Don't put on a show of love in front of me. If it's not for money or property, then what are you after?"
She pointed at Xiao Yuan, implying whether you're after his age or his baldness.
But the words wouldn't come out.
