A piece of yellowed paper was slapped in front of him.
The ink was not dry yet and exuded the fishy smell of inferior pine smoke ink.
Luo Siyu raised her eyes and glanced over - the letter of divorce.
His wife, Liu Sanniang, was leaning on the Grand Master's chair, with her legs crossed and licking melon seeds.
The melon seed peels were spat on the floor, and a piece flew onto his sleeve.
"I said, are you deaf?"
Wang Fugui kicked him on the shoulder.
Luo Siyu fell sideways, and her ribs hit the table leg.
Pain, burning pain.
He heard the tea bowl on the table smash to pieces.
