My ex-husband said I was crazy.
Yes, I was crazy for slapping Green Tea in the live broadcast; I was crazy for messing with his billion-dollar contract; I was crazy for saying that he couldn't do it in front of the whole world.
But the man who forced me to divorce and was as cold as an iceberg blocked me in a corner with red eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Yanyan, stop making trouble and come home with me."
I smiled and licked my lips: "Which home should I go to? The one you smashed with your own hands, or the 137th grave I prepared for you?"
Ah! Ah! Ah! I don't understand!