"A hundred years old, I heard that you treat your home like a trash dump and often pick up garbage, is this true","Haha, what's that I heard he even washes his face with the water from the toilet!",Xia Mo Han's face was already sullen, and when she heard Xia Zi Xuan's words, her expression became even worse. She retorted with displeasure: "He is my husband, why can't he sit at the table"。