The weak-looking woman was far less beautiful than the little girl, but she was like a little white flower. She held her stomach and softly cried out in pain. The man who was called cultured was heartbroken."You're crazy. She's still pregnant. If anything happens to my son, I'll never let you off."
"I'm already being kind by not kicking her. We're not divorced yet, what kind of son do you have? That's your illegitimate child who had an affair. Little green tea, keep shouting. If you keep shouting, I won't divorce you today! I don't believe that you can win the lawsuit!" The veins on the little girl's forehead were popping.
The weak woman lowered her head and cried sadly, causing the men at the Civil Affairs Bureau to be biased. The women pulled their men and either twisted or hit them, and even mocked them in all kinds of ways. The weak woman really didn't dare to cry out in pain.
