"But she is my wife! If she's gone, how am I supposed to have sons? Didn't you say you would help me bring my wife home? Go and talk to Lin Caisang now!"
"You..."
Ms. Ding turned her head in shock, looking up at her son who towered over her by more than half a head.
She raised her hand, and with an image flashing through her mind, she smacked Lin Zha's face with a slap.
"Get out!"
She was almost unable to fend for herself, so how could she possibly find a wife for her son?
"Mother, you're hitting me?"
Lin Zha incredulously covered his aching face, looking at Ms. Ding.
"You're not my mother; you're just a wretch. Dad, divorce her quickly and find me a gentle stepmother instead. I don't want this wretch to be my mother anymore."
With that, he knocked on Lin Ba's door.
In the room, Lin Ba didn't know how many breaths of frustration were stuck in his chest.
What kind of misfortune had befallen him to marry such a wife and raise his fine son into someone with such behavior!
