The delivery time on a rainy day was overtime, and my wife called me home through a WeChat message to sign for divorce. "Zhou Mo, a loser like you only deserves to live with a battery car for the rest of your life!" At the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, she tore up her marriage certificate and threw it on my face. Twenty helicopters suddenly tore through the rain, and the lengthened Lincoln convoy blocked the entire street. The housekeeper knelt in the rain and held up the equity document: "Master, the trillion-dollar consortium is waiting for you to inherit!" The ex-wife tremblingly picked up the soaked piece of paper - it was the "Family Test Notice" that she threw into the trash can yesterday.
