"Husband, don't say that. Miss Cheng is also sad for a moment..."

"sad?"

Song Zhe sneered, "If she was really sad, she wouldn't have..."

He stopped in time and didn't say anything else, but his eyes became even colder.

Suddenly, Cheng Rongrong raised her hand, pointing her slender fingers at Chen Xiaoru. Her soft voice suddenly rose sharply, questioning:

"How is she better than me? Why is she so worthy of you treating me like this? In terms of appearance, talent, and family background, how am I inferior to her? Tell me, tell me!"

"Rongrong, don't be rude!"

Master Cheng scolded, but there was a hint of inquiry in his eyes, as if he also wanted to know the answer.

Song Zhe frowned slightly and spoke without hesitation, his voice firm and clear:

"Xiao Ru is better than you in every way. What's more, I like her, and that's enough."

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

Cheng Rongrong was very excited and pressed forward step by step.

"You must still be mad at me, right? You're still blaming me for my decision, so you married her on purpose to piss me off, right?"

"You think too highly of yourself."

Song Zhe said calmly, "My decision has nothing to do with you."

"Rongrong, shut up!" Master Cheng shouted angrily, his voice like a loud bell, shaking Cheng Rongrong's delicate body and making the air in the room stagnant for a moment.

His originally kind face was now covered with dark clouds, and his pair of gleaming eyes stared at Cheng Rongrong as if he wanted to eat her alive.

He pulled Cheng Rongrong behind him with such force that she staggered and almost fell.