Zhang Mutian looked at his wife. Though he still carried a hint of alcohol, his gaze was sharp and astute.
Meeting his stare, Yuan Qiuying felt a flicker of panic, but she quickly put on an aggrieved, displeased expression, slapped his arm, and snapped, "Zhang Mutian, what kind of look is that? Are you doubting me?
"I am your wife. I've endured every grievance by your side, bore your children over the past twenty years, and managed the household so you could strive without worry. That is how the Zhang Group came to be today, yet here you are, questioning me.
Chapter 24