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Luo Ying stood at the front door.

She appeared severely haggard after a few days in the hospital. Her lips and face were pale.

Lu Zhao went downstairs and noticed Luo Ying standing next to Jin Shi.

She wore a white sweater and wide-leg pants. She looked so frail that her entire body appeared to float. It was as if she'd be blown away in an instant.

Lu Zhao clenched his fists, resisting the urge to walk over to Luo Ying's side and embrace her.

"What brings you here?" Lu Zhao inquired coldly.

"I should be the one to asking. Why, even though you're getting a divorce, is your house password still your ex-wife's birthday?" Luo Ying smiled sardonically.

Lu Zhao peered at her closely. Her eyes were brimming with tears, but she was putting on a strong front and fighting hard not to blink.