He Zhenzhen still looks as detestable as in my memory.
Zhang Xingjie's wife, who was already timid, now wishes she could shrink entirely behind her husband.
Her hand instinctively places itself on her belly.
He Zhenzhen, seeing this, acts as if she's found some leverage, looking even more smug.
"Anyway, I'm putting this out there; I must get my hands on this money. I'm not asking for much, just half."
Even Zhang Xingjie, usually as calm as a Bodhisattva, shows some anger now.
"Not asking for much? This land originally belonged to our family, what does it have to do with you."
He Zhenzhen sneers, "Because I'm your dad's wife."
Zhang Qianhai's face is full of humiliation; he never thought he'd married this kind of woman back then.
"Get out, get out! I don't want to see you."
But He Zhenzhen steps forward, the flesh on her chin quivering, using her usual shameless tone.
