I am planning to divorce my husband who has been married for three years. He pays me his monthly allowance, but he is as cold as ice that cannot hold any heat. My mother-in-law advised me, "It's normal for men to be inexpressive." But what I want is a hot kang that can hurt people, not a statue that makes people freeze to death. Until I pushed the divorce agreement in front of him, a voice I had never heard before exploded in my head. Not allowed to sign! If you dare to sign, I will die for you! All my savings are in the army green box in the third drawer of the bedside table. The password is her birthday. I gave them all to her. I looked at the man in front of me who had no expression from beginning to end, without even frowning. I was stunned.
