"I bought all A-list brand furniture with quality inspection reports. Where is it not up to standard?"
Li Beijue was overwhelmingly domineering, "It doesn't meet my standards!"
Chi Enen was so angry she almost crushed her jaw, "What about the television then? Why replace that?"
"It's too small and doesn't fit the overall style."
"..." It didn't fit his style because he had unilaterally thrown out her original sofa, tea table, dining table, and replaced them with new ones, leaving only the television, which of course wouldn't fit his style.
Chi Enen's temples throbbed; she didn't even want to speak.
She had come to realize that talking sense to this man was a waste of saliva because he simply wouldn't listen to reason, and he had his own way of thinking. He acted according to his own thought process. As long as something didn't exceed his way of thinking, in his eyes, it was right.
Even if someone told him his behavior was wrong, he wouldn't listen.