After a long thought, Meng Dezhou couldn't hold back his words: "If your husband is such a person, I think he doesn't deserve you. His character is too poor to ever lay his hands on his wife."
Coming home every day to a drunkard and the risk of being hit, that's not fun at all.
Jiang Xianmei coldly responded: "I can handle my own family matters, Mr. Meng. There's no need for you to interfere."
Meng Dezhou, unable to assert himself, acknowledged that he was being meddlesome and stopped talking. The atmosphere in the car became a bit tense.
On the other side, Pei Jingchuan and Jiang Yuzhu were also filled with apprehension.
"I really want Auntie to get a divorce. What kind of monster is he? Not enough that he's unreasonable, he's now laying hands on her too? Isn't this domestic violence?"
Jiang Yuzhu frowned, her face turning red with anger
Pei Jingchuan sighed as he drove the car.