With the sound of several harsh rips, Su Hongli's silk nightgown was mercilessly torn apart.
Like a crazed beast, Duan Chunfeng grabbed Su Hongli's hair with one hand and pressed down on her back with the other, forcefully bending her at the waist.
"Duan Chunfeng, let go!" Su Hongli struggled fiercely, but she couldn't break free.
To her astonishment, she found that Duan Chunfeng was much stronger than before. She, a Grandmaster, was completely powerless to resist him.
Duan Chunfeng's face was flushed, the veins on his neck popping. He suddenly tore off the tattered remnants of the nightgown still clinging to Su Hongli's waist and sneered, "Did that pretty boy of yours treat you this way too?"
"What?"
"Speak up!" he roared, slapping her sharply on the backside. He cursed through clenched teeth, "You shameless whore!"
Su Hongli turned her head, her eyes glaring at him coldly. "Duan Chunfeng, we're already divorced. Please have some self-respect."
