Before she could finish, Ran Yu burst into even louder sobs, "Mind your own business, you bastard wuwuwuwuwuwu."
After speaking, because she was crying so violently, she even started to cough "cough cough cough," her body shaking uncontrollably with sobs, looking utterly pitiable.
Lu Ziheng heaved a sigh, his tone eventually softened, he pulled a tissue and tried to help her wipe her tears, "Alright, alright, stop crying."
But Ran Yu fiercely pushed his hand away, then grabbed his white shirt and began to wipe her tears and "snuffle snuffle" her runny nose. Afterward, she lifted her head to continue cursing, "Scumbag, beast, shameless, son of a bitch, turtle's grandson..."
At first, it wasn't too bad, but when she said "turtle's grandson," Lu Ziheng's face turned completely dark, "Don't you know when to stop?"
"Beast, I want a divorce!"
Hearing this, Lu Ziheng's complexion grew even darker, his voice as cold as the chill of December, "What did you say?"
