Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest, but when disaster strikes, they fly their separate ways.
Let alone, Liang Jing is at most just a mistress, just trying to get some money out of Zhao Liwei.
It was like this over twenty years ago, and it's still like this today, never changed.
"Oh, old man, your beautiful mistress is really clear-headed."
"You see it clearly, don't you? Women like her have no real feelings for you, at most treating you like a fool."
"I have to say, as a man, you really are quite a failure."
Xu Dapeng twitched his lips and started mocking mercilessly. Every word was like a sharp knife, stabbing hard into Zhao Liwei's heart, making him so hurt he didn't know what to say.
"Alright, beautiful lady, since you don't care about your old man's life and death, you can leave now, we won't make it hard for you."
"But your old man's eyeballs, I'll mail them to you later, just remember to check for them."
