"No matter what, if you don't want me to spill the beans, you're coming with me. Otherwise, I'll take the child and go home by myself!"
"How are you going to leave in such cold weather? Besides, there are no buses at night. You think you can walk to the train station? You wouldn't even make it to the city overnight!" Zhao Yingjun forcefully held her shoulders. "Just settle down!"
Su Jinxiu angrily retorted, "You just can't let go of that wench, Su Miao..."
Before she could finish, Zhao Yingjun covered her mouth. "Keep babbling, and I'll divorce you! Seems like you don't want to live peacefully!" After saying that, he flung Su Jinxiu's arm away and collapsed onto the bed.
