"You Are My Wife, I'll Do Whatever I Want"
When she raised her head again, Aunt Guo's expression had turned cold and unfriendly.
"What nonsense are you spouting, you brat? Nowadays, getting a divorce is no simple matter. Besides, do you know what kind of background your mother has? If I were to leave your father, how would we survive?".
Jiang Yexun fell silent, a glint of frustration in his eyes. How much longer would they have to endure this?
In the afternoon, when Jiang Yexun was about to head to work, he brought a basket with him. From a distance, Hu Yuezhen and Yu Siping saw the basket in his hands and remembered the delicious aroma they had caught a whiff of at noon. They were both curious and wanted to sneak a peek inside.