On the Night She Was Falsely Accused of Corruption, She Actually Asked the Judge to Apologize

Jiang Yanli stood in the entrance hall of the Lu family villa, still clutching the divorce letter that had been torn in half. There was still a little red wine stain on the edge of the paper, which Lu Zhaoyang had splashed on her face just now. He didn't look at her, only staring at the woman wearing a Chanel little black dress next to him. His voice was like a knife scraping across the ice: "Yanli, you are not worthy of being the lintel of the Lu family."