Zhuang Jiaoyang looked at him with some unfamiliarity. Is this still her second brother? How can he say such heartless words to her.

She suddenly let out a cold laugh, "Yes, for Zhuang Ningsheng’s bastard child, you can even abandon your own sister."

"Bang," Zhuang Jiaoyang’s head turned, and she was completely stunned.

She covered her face, turned her head, and looked at him in disbelief, "Second brother, you hit me!"

"You deserve it. How could you speak of your own niece like that?" Zhuang Shaoyang said coldly.

His action was so swift that no one else in the living room reacted in time.

Not to mention Zhang Jin and Long Xiao, who behaved as if it was none of their business, even Mr. Zhuang and Old Mrs. Zhuang seemed unwilling to intervene.

Liang Rong’s recent actions had already disappointed them immensely. Seeing their daughter also involved, they didn’t want to deal with it anymore. Let things be as they are today.

Zhuang Jiaoyang angrily said, "What do you mean, my niece? She’s clearly Zhuang Ning’s bastard child with another man, yet you seem addicted to wearing a green hat, Zhuang Shaoyang! Are you even a man?"

"Bang," another slap.

Mrs. Zhuang abruptly stood up, wanting to say something, but seeing Zhuang Shaoyang’s gloomy face, she sat back down in the end.

Mu Yan watched Zhuang Shaoyang coldly, not expecting him to show such fierceness.

Indeed, Zhuang Ning wasn’t unfaithful, and she was truly his daughter. To be deceived by Zhuang Jiaoyang and Liang Rong to this extent must anger any man.

Liang Rong looked at Zhuang Shaoyang in disbelief; Jiaoyang was his most beloved sister.

It was the first time Zhuang Chujiao had seen Zhuang Shaoyang this angry, and she was so frightened she didn’t dare to speak, fearing she would be caught in the crossfire.

Both sides of Zhuang Jiaoyang’s face had been slapped, her delicate makeup smeared, her hair undone, making her seem quite disheveled.

She had never suffered such grievances before. Furious, she shouted, "Zhuang Shaoyang, you actually hit me again. I’ll fight you!"

She pushed directly towards Zhuang Shaoyang, but he shoved her aside.

Zhuang Shaoyang looked at her coldly and said, "You’re right. If I’m indifferent to my wife and daughter being humiliated, then I am truly not a man!"

Zhuang Jiaoyang fell to the ground in anger, wanting to pound the floor.

Hu Zhiyuan saw his wife sitting on the ground and hurried over to help her, "Jiaoyang, get up."

Zhuang Jiaoyang was ungrateful, pushing Hu Zhiyuan away, "Get lost. Watching your wife get hit and you can’t say a word, how did I end up with such a coward for a husband."

Hu Zhiyuan, unprepared, fell to the ground and quickly got up with an awkward smile, "Jiaoyang, say less."

"What did I say? Did I say anything wrong?" Zhuang Chujiao said hatefully, looking at Hu Zhiyuan’s peacemaking appearance, regretting deeply at that moment, how could she marry such a man.

Zhuang Shaoyang suddenly said, "Zhiyuan, you’ve really been wronged these years."

Hu Zhiyuan’s eyebrows twitched, looking at Zhuang Shaoyang, he replied awkwardly, "Second brother, you’re joking, I’m not wronged."

Though the siblings had conflicts, blood is thicker than water, how could he say he’s wronged.

Zhuang Jiaoyang shouted while sitting on the ground, "What right do you have to hit me, what right!"

"Just because of your filthy mouth," Zhuang Shaoyang said coldly, "Let me tell you, Zhuang Ning is my wife, Zhuang Xiangnuan is my daughter. If you dare insult them again, you’ll lose this mouth of yours."

Zhuang Shaoyang looked at him coldly and angrily, remembering the two slaps earlier, felt a shiver, she gritted her teeth and said, "Second brother, are you confused? Back then the evidence was right in front of you, have you forgotten?"

"I haven’t forgotten!" Zhuang Shaoyang closed his eyes, "I was the fool who was deceived."

He paused in silence, opened his eyes and looked at Zhuang Jiaoyang, "Now, I ask you, what is the deal with the love letter I gave Liang Rong?"