Long Chen looked at Hu Xiaoyin deeply, then got into the car and left.
Hu Xiaoyin turned around and looked at the car that was driving away. She shed tears silently.
At that moment, Wang Gui called.
Hu Xiaoyin picked it up without saying anything.
"Xiaoyin, did you get the money for the milk powder?" Wang Gui asked over the phone.
"No, I didn't," Hu Xiaoyin said.
"How can you be so useless? You don't even have money for milk powder. Go and look for your great-aunt. She should have some private savings." Wang Gui said.
"If great-aunt has it, that's great-aunt 's. Do you have the nerve to ask for it? You're a man, and you've been working outside all year long. Can't you even afford milk powder?"
"Where's the 800 yuan I gave you last month? You spent it all so quickly? I don't have any money now. "
"Get lost."
Hu Xiaoyin abruptly hung up the phone.
At this moment, Hu Xiaoyin had made up her mind to divorce Wang Gui.
