Xiang Zhiqiang looked at her usual demeanor, and he was practically fuming.
"Ma Dongmei, get up right now. I'm telling you, from now on, cooking is your responsibility. Don't push me."
Looking at Xiang Zhiqiang's cold sneer, how could Ma Dongmei be afraid? "What? Feeling powerful now? Xiang Zhiqiang, you can try me.
Our Ma Family isn't as cowardly as the Zhao Family. Plus, I've never been afraid of anything, Ma Dongmei. If you don't believe me, try it.
Or did you think that day you would succeed with us?"
Xiang Zhiqiang stood there with a sullen face. He just wanted to beat this woman up; she was provoking him.
But he knew Ma Dongmei was right. Not to mention Ma Changshun is a team leader, the Ma Family alone has five or six relatives in this farm.
Xiang Zhiqiang endured his anger, "You really are arrogant. Do you think the Ma Family would want to acknowledge someone like you now?
Don't think too highly of yourself. Since you're with me, you're mine. Get up quickly.
