"Where were you?" As soon as Han Ruochen arrived home, Han Ziyan came marching toward her. She had been working throughout the entire afternoon and only ate the cheapest meal available. It was all because she wanted to save as much money as possible. Now her stomach was rumbling as if she hadn't eaten anything since she woke up, and yet Han Ruochen took her sweet time to return home.
What made her even angrier was that Tong Zhaodi was drunk. They clearly had a good time and did not care about the people at home who were waiting for them to cook!
Han Ruochen frowned and looked up at Han Ziyan. She sneered coldly and spat, "What does it matter to you? Where I was and where I went, why do you care about these things? Han Ziyan, just because I have not caused any trouble for you doesn't mean that I have forgotten what you have done. It's bad enough that you stole my fiancé, but you even caused our family to owe such a big debt. If I were you, I would watch how I speak!"
