I knocked hard on the door.

"Who is it?"

Huang Yan's voice was lazy. She chose to go live at this time, knowing that I would be home from work and deliberately trying to disgust me.

I was already prepared.

"Open the door! It's me, Yang **!"

I clenched my fists, wishing I could just beat her up.

"Yang **? What's the matter? My husband is not at home, and as a woman of the house, it's not convenient for me to open the door for you."

Huang Yan's tone was strange and she refused to open the door.

"Stop pretending!"

I hated her so much that I kicked her iron gate a few times: "I saw your live broadcast in the group..."

"So what if you saw it? What's the big deal?"

Huang Yan's tone was full of pride: "I set up a memorial for my big black at home, what's it to you?"

"Why is there a doll in front of the memorial tablet with my name on it?!"

I almost shouted this out.

"Look at you, isn't your name Yang Xin*? The one kneeling in front of the memorial tablet is Yang Xin*... young man, don't be so overly empathetic! Haha..."

This woman was laughing unscrupulously.

"I...** you*!"

I was even more angry and kicked her front door with my feet.

"Oh, I'm so scared... what should I do? What should I do? I can only call the police." This woman is just a drama queen, she took out her phone and pretended to make a call.

I was shaking with anger.

My wife saw that I couldn't control my emotions and was afraid of causing trouble, so she cajoled and tricked me back home.