"Ningqian, don't spout nonsense!"
Before Song Zhou could finish speaking, the tightly shut door was slammed open from the outside. Song Minghui, Marquis Beining, rushed in from outside.
He only took two steps in before suddenly stopping and retreating to the door. He squeezed himself with Lu Ze, Pei Qian, and the others, who entered later, as if he was worried that the cold air around his body would freeze his wife and children on the bed.
"I-I won't agree to divorce you no matter what!"
This room was spacious. With the screen blocking them, even if Lu Ze and the others were present, it wouldn't be too awkward. Song Minghui was very anxious, so ignoring the fact that there were outsiders beside him, he shouted out loud.
"Then wait to collect our corpses the next time you return to the residence!" Madam Song Zhou pursed her lips and forced back the tears at the corners of her eyes as she said, "There will be a next time!
