"We and the Zhou family are indeed not on the same side, but we also don't want to fight to the death just yet. You, Ye Meiru, may have no family, no country, but we, Huang Suai, cannot afford that."
"I understand," Huang Xinlong said, patting his sister on the shoulder. "I'll handle my business well. Aiai, you go and rest."
"Okay." Huang Suai didn't say any more and turned to go upstairs.
In the vast hall, only Huang Xinlong and Ye Meiru were left. The oppressive silence made Ye Meiru involuntarily shift her body. Eventually, unable to stand the stifling atmosphere, she had no choice but to break the silence, "What do you mean?"
"Let's get a divorce." After uttering those three words, Huang Xinlong painfully clutched his head, his shoulders trembling slightly.
Ye Meiru was startled for a good long while before bursting into hysterical laughter. Huang Xinlong then let his hands fall, tears rampaging down his hideous face.
