Wang Shuliang's wife is no pushover either.
"I'm here today to tell you, we're cutting ties. From now on, we'll pretend we don't know each other when we meet."
"Shuliang, are you just going to take this lying down?"
"Can anyone be more spineless than Zhao Dashan? Stop talking nonsense. If I see that little bitch coming for my Xiao Na again, I'll cut her up, filthy piece of trash." Jiang Xiaoyan said hatefully.
Sister Wang, Wang Cuihua, also felt helpless. Her daughter let her down, and at her age, she was still the elder of the family, yet she was being humiliated by her two younger brothers. Her face turned pale with anger.
"Shuliang, you're going to cut ties with your sister?"
"Yes, if Wang Shuliang doesn't cut ties with you, we'll get divorced."
"Ha, my brother can find someone good even if we divorce."
"Alright then, Wang Shuliang, we'll get divorced." Jiang Xiaoyan looked at Wang Cuihua with contempt, pulled her daughter along, and left.
