"Wan Dongcheng, have you lost your mind?"
Li Shiping comforted her child, her heart growing colder and colder, as if plunging into an ice cavern, and for the first time, she contemplated divorce.
She was not afraid of a hard life, and although Wan Dongcheng was always finding indirect ways to demand money, she still believed he would change. She had tolerated Pan Huiyun making things difficult for her, but now he could actually accuse her of an improper relationship with He Nan and show no concern for their child, shattering the faith at the bottom of her heart.
"I have gone crazy," Wan Dongcheng pointed to his head and mocked himself, "My wife has cuckolded me, how can I not be mad? It's already good that I haven't killed anyone."
'Slap'
For Li Shiping, such words were an enormous humiliation, not only debasing her but also He Nan. She could no longer contain her anger and gave Wan Dongcheng a slap on his face—she had never been this furious before in her life.