Chen Feng's words were true, but they were also somewhat hurtful.
The faces of the three members of the Shen family were all somewhat grim.
Mr. Shen asked directly with a dark expression: "Chen Feng, did you divorce my daughter after making money?"
Although Chen Feng didn't want to argue with him, he was sitting right there and couldn't avoid responding, otherwise it would be akin to admitting it.
"Of course not. Back then I only made three to four thousand a month, Shen Lin knows this."
Shen Lin believed this. If Chen Feng could casually pull out 500,000 yuan back then, and easily order a table costing several thousand, he wouldn't have been in such a miserable state, nor would he have proposed a divorce.
On this point, she had confidence in herself and in Chen Feng.
"I don't think so. Otherwise, I can't understand why you would want to divorce my daughter willingly." Mr. Shen stared at him coldly.
