"Zhang Jian, you're no man at all. For so many years, I've been slaving away for you, raising two kids with all my effort, and this is how you repay me?"
"Want a divorce? Dream on."
The woman's hysterical shouting and cursing, mixed with the sounds of smashing objects, echoed through the poorly soundproofed ceiling.
"Tsk, they're at it again upstairs. That couple, I reckon they've reached the end of the line."
Liu Cuifen walked out of the kitchen carrying two plates of food, long since used to scenes like this from upstairs.
"Chuchu, dinner time."
A teenage girl in a nightgown stormed out of the smaller bedroom, rolling her eyes in annoyance.
"They argue every single day. It's driving me crazy."
She plopped down into the chair, grabbed a steamed bun, took a big bite, and stuffed her mouth until her cheeks bulged.
