Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

"You bastard, you..."

Tang Shaoting's eyes became more hostile, "Grandpa, I have a question I've wanted to ask you for a long time."

The atmosphere suddenly became more solidified, Tang Shaoting looked at the teacup at his feet, and twitched the corners of his mouth indifferently, as if mocking himself or disdain, his eyes were full of violence.

"Why did you have to find me back?" His thin lips moved slightly, and his cold voice was full of uncontrollable anger and ridicule, "Why did you find me back when you didn't want to let me in? Don't recognize my mother, and don't recognize me, heh! How ridiculous it is to say that the grandson of the Tang family who recognizes his ancestors has to rely on marrying a woman to enter the house."

His voice seemed to be heavy and loud thunder, echoing throughout the room.

"Second Young Master..." Tang Butler looked worried.

Mr. Tang's face was livid. He has always been one of the only ones in the Tang family. Since he was young, he has a very tough temper.

With an ugly expression on his face, he grabbed something casually and threw it at it.

The hot water cup smashed hard on Tang Shaoting's shoulder with the scalding hot water. The scalding water wet the whole shirt, the open neckline could be seen faintly, and the skin immediately turned red.

Tang Shaoting's face remained unchanged, as if the person who was scalded and smashed was not himself at all.

He stared at Mr. Tang for a moment, his black eyes were cold, as if the person in front of him was his enemy, not a blood relative.

"Being angry? Grandpa, tell me why you must let me marry Han Yanran. If you want to marry Han Yanran, it's not the only choice. Don't tell me it's for the company..." Tang Shaoting looked at the old man in front of him expressionlessly , he couldn't remember the last time they met alone.

But he still remembers the scene of meeting this so-called grandpa for the first time.

That kind of condescending look, as if looking at a traded goods: "You are Tang Shaoting? Take it back."

It was such an order that could not be refuted, which determined his life to be turned upside down.

Tang Butler looked at him with a strange expression. His facial features were very similar to his father's. In his dark eyes, there was no youthful frivolity when we first met, but more years of precipitation.

"You're questioning me!"

Mr. Tang spoke forcefully, sitting on the chair with his back straight.

Tang Shaoting looked at him for a few seconds before answering: "Yes, I'm questioning you, Grandpa!"

The word "Grandpa" was disconnected word by word, very clear.

"Tang Shaoting, you see your own identity clearly. If I hadn't asked you to go back to the Tang family, you would still be a street gangster outside today, and someone outside would call you Second Young Master, and you wouldn't know the heights of heaven and earth?" His shirt was half soaked, and he said coldly and domineeringly, "I don't need to report to you. You'd better make it clear that this Tang family is not up to you now, and you will be old if I tell you to do anything." Do it honestly. Without the Tang family, you are nothing!"

Mr. Tang suddenly lost his temper, and his attitude was as tough as ever. He looked at Tang Shaoting frowning tightly, his face livid.

"Look at what you look like. You're so drunk that you ruined a good wedding in my Tang family."

Butler Tang lowered his voice, and took advantage of the gap to quickly interject, "Master, Second Young Master drank too much today."

The smell of alcohol is so strong that no one can ignore it. The second young master should not be brought back tonight. The grandpa and grandson are making a fuss, and they don't know what will happen.