The courtyard was in complete disarray! Broken furniture was strewn everywhere, and the sounds of Wang Han arguing with a man echoed from inside the house.
Zhao Dong was about to push the door open when he hesitated, deciding to listen in first and understand the situation.
Inside, Wang Han was grappling with a young man with dyed yellow hair. The man stumbled, and Wang Han inadvertently shoved him to the ground. He furiously yelled at her, "Wang Han, have you lost your mind? I just went out to eat with another girl! Is it really worth getting this angry over?"
With her hair a mess, Wang Han said coldly through clenched teeth, "Zhou Chongming, I don't want to hear any of your explanations. I'm not a fool. Just leave!"
"Wang Han, are you sure you want me to go?" Zhou Chongming's voice was icy. "I'm asking you one last time, are you sure?"
"I'm sure! Get lost!" Wang Han suddenly burst into tears, a sharp pain piercing her heart.
