Quarrels, and Parental Disputes

With those words, Wen Yao swiftly departed.

His gaze fell on her naturally dangling hand. Her fair palm was now an angry red from the slap she had delivered without the slightest regard for marital affection. It was truly ruthless.

Little Lu's large round eyes darted between Lu Yancheng and the retreating figure of Wen Yao.

"Oh, Daddy and Mommy are fighting," she thought.

Thump, thump, thump!

Secretary Fei hurried over, his voice filled with concern. "President Lu, how's your face?"

Lu Yancheng remained unperturbed. "What's all the fuss about? Didn't you see it was my wife who hit me?"

"..."

Soon after, Lu Yancheng headed to the village clinic.

It wasn't his first visit to Luoyu Village, and he was already quite familiar with the place.

Secretary Fei followed closely behind, his concern evident. "President Lu, your face needs to be checked. What if it swells?"