Ding Baijie became resolute in her heart.
Over all these years, how Zhang Wu actually treated Ding Baijie, she was very clear in her heart.
She knew that Zhang Wu didn't even consider her a human, just a private possession of his.
"But, Xiao Yan, after I divorce him, what can I do? If I go back home, I'll be scolded by my parents and my family," she said with her head bowed, her voice beginning to choke.
Li Zhiyan could understand Ding Baijie.
Many rural women are like this, without much capability their entire lives; even if they suffer injustices at home, they could only endure it.
If they divorced, they would face public contempt.
"Don't worry, sister-in-law, aren't you already working at my milk tea shop?"
"In the future, just be the manager of my milk tea shop. I'll rent a place nearby for you first," Li Zhiyan said.
Speaking of renting a house, Li Zhiyan's heart couldn't help but think back to when he once helped Fang Zhiya rent a house.
