Yin Hun the Nineteenth stood up angrily, slamming the chopsticks in his hand heavily onto the table, "You think? Since when did all the big and small matters in this house become your decision?"
He really disliked how she ignored his feelings.
This made him feel that she seemed to have other intentions towards Lin Shuai, which was an instinctive jealousy from a man's heart.
Tang Qingxue also put down her bowl and chopsticks, sneering, "So according to you, in this house, only you have the final say, and I don't have the qualification to make any decisions, is that it?"
"I don't want to argue with you. Today, Lin Shuai must pack up and leave."
Yin Hun the Nineteenth left this harsh remark behind, turning around and walking away.
Tang Qingxue hurriedly chased after him, "If you dare to fire him, I'll leave with Niannian. After all, you've never taken us mother and daughter seriously."
