Men's competitive spirit always comes at inappropriate times.

We are all men. No matter what, Leng Siqian is still her ex-husband, and they have a pair of children together.

Don't look at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's face. If you drive me away, why don't you drive him away?

So he asked with confidence.

"If I can go, he has to go too."

Zheng Peizhi dared not forget that his beloved wife had just made an appointment to have dinner with him.

Looking at her blind ex-husband who was determined to trip her up, Zheng Peizhi knocked the fan in his hand even louder.

If you didn't know, you might think he wanted to hit the person sitting opposite him on the head.

Yu'er was in a dilemma, and Zheng Peizhi didn't want to embarrass him, so he spoke with a forced smile.

"Then, please go first, Master Leng."

Leng Siqian's pretense is the most annoying thing, especially when Zheng Peizhi deliberately pretends in front of Yu'er.

Leng Siqian, who was overly stimulated, sneered in front of the two of them, then stood up casually, shook his sleeves and walked out the door.

When passing by Yu'er, he stopped for a moment and said something earnestly.

"He's not a good match. Don't be fooled."

Zheng Peizhi, who followed behind, had a very bad look on his face. His face, which was calm and composed the moment before, was clouded with gloom the next.

He stared at his ex-husband in front of him, who he was becoming more and more disgusted with.

I tried hard to control the violence in my heart and thought that kicking the person over would be the solution.

Helpless, no way.

The two men looked at each other in silence as they walked to the gate. On both sides of the courtyard gate were stone drums carved with flowers and birds.

They walked towards each other, and before going their separate ways, they turned back and glared at each other, as if in silent protest.

Then they dispersed, Leng Siqian got into the sedan chair, and Zheng Peizhi turned and went into the next room.