"Divorce! We must divorce today!"
A sharp roar woke Ye Fan up from the chaos.
He opened his eyes suddenly and saw a pair of cheap slippers, and above that, a pair of wrinkled pajamas, and the face of a middle-aged woman with thick foundation and lips as thin as razor blades.
His mother-in-law, Wang Guilan, had her hands on her hips and her fingers were about to poke the tip of his nose.
"It's been three years! You've been living in my house for free for three years and haven't earned a penny! Su Qing's monthly salary of 20,000 yuan is all it takes to support you, a loser!"
Ye Fan's mind buzzed.
