If it were any regular man, he would definitely try to argue a bit, and then, little by little, the couple would start to argue.
Xiaoqiang is clearly no ordinary person; he walked right over and sat next to Qian.
The few people playing cards all stopped what they were doing and listened intently, even Liumei quietly sneaked a card...
They were all waiting to see how heroically Yu Xiaoqiang would handle his wife's unjustified temper tantrum.
"Yes, I came back too late. Yesterday, I got jealous of you helping a friend even at an inappropriate time. Wife, I was wrong, you can withhold my allowance. It's all my fault. Tonight, I'll treat everyone; when we get back, I'll mop the floor and do your laundry, okay?"
He took over Qian's lines so she had nothing to say—how bold! Xiaoqiang sneakily gave himself a thumbs-up.
Bam!
It seemed like something hit the table, as Qiuqiu lay against it with a pained expression, clutching his stomach.
