Shenjiang City, Peace Hotel.
"Crack-!"
A copy of "Shenjiang Daily" smelling of ink was thrown heavily on the dining table covered with a snow-white tablecloth. The lady at the table next to her was so shocked that the coffee in her hand spilled out.
"Shen Wanyin, see clearly, this is the dignity that I, Xu Wenbin, will give you!"
The man was wearing a crisp suit and his hair was slicked back. He was Xu Wenbin, an upstart who had returned from studying abroad.
He looked condescendingly at the woman opposite, his eyes full of disdain and disgust, as if he was looking at a piece of garbage that needed to be discarded.
The front page of the newspaper published a divorce announcement in the most dazzling bold letters.
He actually exposed the private affairs of the two of them to the world.
Shen Wanyin's eyes moved away from the dazzling title and slowly fell on her well-maintained plain hands folded in her lap.
