"Wait! Let go of me! Let go! I am the man of this house, how dare you lay a finger on me!"
No matter how loudly Shen Congming shouted, it could not change the fact that he was being thrown out.
Boom!
The gate closed heavily; by the time Shen Congming came to his senses, stood up, and rushed back, he was met with nothing but a closed door.
Boom!
His hands grasped the railing, shaking it frantically, making a racket, his face desperately trying to squeeze through the iron bars, but alas, his head was too big, the gap too small.
His cheeks were contorted and deformed by the pressure.
Looking down from his haughty stance, he roared at the security guards, "You are nothing but watchdogs, as long as I am not divorced, you will always be my dogs, to act like dogs and yet dare to disobey your master's command, who gave you the audacity!"
"Ah! Who gave you the audacity, ah! I order you, open the gate!"