The spectators pointed and whispered among themselves, their filthy language reaching their ears.
Now it was late at night, a time when lights should have been out and people resting, yet such a dramatic incident was unfolding live, inevitably drawing comments on their promiscuous lifestyle.
The blame lay with Zhong Lanhua and her daughter, and people still sympathized with Xiao Yanci. Of course, some thought it shameful that Xiao Yanci couldn't even support his own woman and used things gifted by her adulterous partner, completely tarnishing the face of a man, and even more so, that of a learned man.
The scornful voices dismissing Xiao Yanci as useless pierced his heart like knives, leaving him bleeding.
Xiao Yanci glared viciously at Jiang Yihuan, with not a hint of affection left in his eyes, only disgust and hatred.
"Fine, very fine," Xiao Yanci sneered, "Jiang Yihuan, from this day on, we are utterly finished."
As he spoke, Xiao Yanci strode into the room.
