"This is my home, this is the Meng Family, why can't I kick you out? What you're saying is so ridiculous." Meng Chaojun said coldly.
Nian Tang, who was sitting on the sofa flipping through a newspaper, upon hearing this, tossed the newspaper folder onto the coffee table.
The folder knocked a cup off the coffee table, and with a crash, it shattered on the ground.
Old Meng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly went over.
If it was the cup Little gave him that broke, he'd be heartbroken.
Old Meng had come to understand that as long as Little gave something, it was definitely something good.
When he saw the shattered cup on the ground, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, thankfully.
It wasn't the cup Little gave him that broke.
"Nian Tang, what are you doing?" Since it wasn't his cup that broke, Old Meng was in the mood to speak properly.
While talking, he quickly picked up his own white porcelain cup and held it in his hands.
