When Zhou Yan threw the divorce agreement in my face, his little lover was touching her belly, delicately disdainful of the poor quality of the bird's nests at home.
My mother-in-law pointed at my nose and scolded me: A hen that doesn't lay eggs, a hen that occupies a manhole and doesn't poop, get out of here, don't even think about taking away every stitch and thread from our Zhou family!
I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, opened the live broadcast platform with tens of millions of daily active users, smiled and took out an eighty-pound demolition hammer from behind.
Families, I won't bring any goods today, but will bring you an immersive experience - the demolition of a wealthy family.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
