Now that he thought about it, his heart ached.
Year after year, the money he earned had all gone to the Liao Family, and yet, when his sons craved some meat, they still had to scrounge for it at the hands of the elder son's wife, while Li Family had new clothes to wear, his sons had to make do with patched-up garments.
Ruan Jiandang's eyes reddened, he wiped his eyes, and the look he gave Liao Zhaoji grew colder, fiercely shaking off her hand, he said harshly, "Tomorrow, we'll go file the paperwork."
"Dear husband!" Liao Zhaoji cried out in despair, but Ruan Jiandang didn't afford her a glance, leaning on his crutch to enter the room.
Liao Zhaoji watched his unforgiving back, crying and causing a scene out of anger, her eyes turning bloodshot as she spotted Ruan Chi standing by the side. She blamed him entirely for her upcoming divorce, grabbed his shoulder and dragged him over, slapping him across the face before anyone could react.
