Ye Linxi received a discharge notice from the mental hospital.
The doctor sneered coldly: "Your husband only visits once every five years. Is it necessary to persist in this marriage?"
She tore up the medical certificate in public and asked, "Do mental patients need to give you a reason?" She took out her entire property, seven yuan and sixty cents, and hired a murderer to chase down her fake husband Zhou Ci. "As soon as the money arrives, do it." Mo Yanzhou's lazy voice was like a poisonous snake coiling around his ears.
She rushed into the rainy night to get rid of the pursuer, but was stopped by a figure in the dark: "Miss Ye needs a pair of dirtier hands.
