It was my mother's sixtieth birthday and there was a family dinner. My husband, the fashion director, said early in the morning that there was a fashion week in Milan and I had to attend. During the dinner, my cousin suddenly handed me the phone: "Sister... Uh, brother-in-law, he..." On the screen was the circle of friends of his female model. He was wearing an apron, helping his grandmother to sell vegetables in the noisy vegetable market. His hair was a little messy. The caption read: "The supermodel's steps are the center of attention wherever she goes, and the world of fireworks is also a show." I suppressed the surging emotions and commented: "Can the price of food be discounted to show the face of the front row?" In an instant, the core group of the company exploded. His overseas phone call immediately came back with a cold tone: "Put away your sense of superiority and comments, immediately, immediately!" I hung up the phone and calmly sent him the lawyer's divorce agreement. I think the theme of this birthday banquet will be changed.
