"No need. You deserve it."
Cheng Tianhao was furious inside, but he didn't dare say anything unnecessary. He still had to maintain a polite expression.
The money had already been given. There was no way Su Qiao would hand it back now.
Madam Cheng angrily smashed the teacup on the table and glared resentfully at Su Qiao, though her words were directed at her own son.
"I told you long ago that she was a gold-digging woman full of schemes, that she was only after your money. You wouldn't believe me. Do you believe me now?"
"Hmph, eighty million. Just consider it money we spent feeding a dog!"
Qi Muhan cast Madam Cheng a cold glance. "Mr. Cheng, if you can't control your wife, then I, Qi, don't mind disciplining her for you!"
"What are you supposed to be? Do you think you're qualified to lecture me? I..."
Madam Cheng pointed at Qi Muhan, acting like a shrew.
Having just been swindled out of eighty million, with the evidence still in the other party's hands, it was easy to imagine how Cheng Tianhao felt.
He slapped the table and stood up. "Shut up!"
"Just look at yourself! Do you look anything like Madam Cheng Tianhao? How are you any different from some vulgar shrew?"
"You... You actually called me a vulgar shrew?"
"I still have business at the company. I don't have time to bicker with you here." Madam Cheng was so furious she nearly vomited blood.
Cheng Tianhao tugged at his tie and left the private room first.
"I'm bickering?" Madam Cheng couldn't believe that her husband had belittled her so harshly in front of outsiders. She was both enraged and devastated.
"Heh, the esteemed mistress of the Cheng Family, born into an illustrious family? I wonder how many