Liu Lijuan froze for a moment, then a sinister smile appeared on her face, and she actually sat down slowly beside Jiang Chen.
But every time she turned her head, her expression was utterly sinister.
Su Ling, on the other side of the sofa, noticed this and frantically signaled him with her eyes, but Jiang Chen pretended not to see.
"Tell me, what sort of domestic dispute are you two having?"
The confidence in Jiang Chen's words and manner made both husband and wife give him another look.
He really did seem very professional.
"Who knows what's gotten into this woman? I come home late at night, and she hasn't even cooked. Every day, she runs off to Building One to play mahjong with a bunch of gambling addicts. Does she even care about this family?"
Zhang Qiang spoke heatedly. "The moment I said something, she got angry first and said I deserved to go hungry for coming home so late."
"What did you say, Zhang Qiang? I don't care about this family?" Liu Lijuan grew even more agitated. "You spend all day out eating, drinking, and fooling around. You're never home. Don't think I don't know what you've been doing!"
"What have I been doing?" Zhang Qiang roared back.
"Then tell me, why does a woman answer when I call this Brother Zhao in your contacts?" The woman took out a phone and demanded sharply.
At this, Zhang Qiang's expression stiffened, and he began to stammer.
Jiang Chen spoke up then. "Ma'am, calm down. Some women are pretty bold and cool these days, so their colleagues and friends jokingly call them 'brother.' It's very common. It might not be what you think."
Zhang Qiang slapped his thigh. "Exactly!"
``` Zhang Qiang gave you a thumbs-up. You're a real bro!