You want to divorce me?

Yang Liu-er sneered, her face full of mockery and ridicule.

At this point, what was there to hide?

She might as well throw the pot to the wind. She didn't believe that the Bai family could do anything to her.

In any case, Bai Fuxin was ruined, and the Bai family would have to rely on her in the future.

"What about me? Please don't show any disappointment, I've always been like this. You're the one who's stupid and was toyed with by me. Who can you blame? Yingluo, do you think that you are noble, kind, and upright? Aren't you also full of filth and thinking about people you shouldn't be thinking about? Do you think I'm someone you can dream of? Bai Chengjun, do you think you're worthy?"

Bai Chengjun's face was filled with shock. At this moment, he completely did not recognize Yang Liu-er.

Madam Bai gritted her teeth and broke free from Bai Chengjun's grasp. She pounced toward Yang Liu-er in anger.