"Jiang Yi, sign and get out of our Su family!"
The cold divorce agreement was thrown hard on the coffee table, and the plastic cover made a sharp sound.
In the living room, the eyes of the Su family were like knives tempered with poison, all piercing Jiang Yi's body, full of disgust and contempt engraved in his bones.
After three years of marriage, Jiang Yi worked as a door-to-door son-in-law in the Su family for three years. Washing and cooking, serving tea and water, being scolded and criticized, her life was worse than even the nanny hired by the Su family.
He slowly raised his eyes and looked at his wife Su Qinghan sitting opposite. The woman he had loved and tolerated for three years now had only cold impatience on her beautiful face, without even a hint of affection.
"Why?" Jiang Yi's voice was very calm, with no emotion at all.
