It was my mother's sixtieth birthday and there was a family dinner. The fashion director's wife said early in the morning that there is a fashion week in Milan and she must attend. During the dinner, my cousin suddenly handed me the phone: "Brother-in-law... Uh, sister..." On the screen was the friend circle of her male model. She was wearing an apron and was helping her grandma sell vegetables in the noisy vegetable market. Her 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. She immediately called her from overseas, with a cold tone: "Put away your sense of superiority and your comments, immediately, immediately!" I hung up the phone and calmly sent her the lawyer's divorce agreement. I think the theme of this birthday banquet will be changed.
