Li Wei rode his electric scooter back home and fell asleep as soon as he lay down.
Although he had sobered up now, he still felt very tired, a kind of unexplainable emotional exhaustion.
If his relationship with Wang Juan were loving, or even if they had a child together, surely the three of them would have been very happy.
But all of that were just hypotheticals, not reality.
Besides, Wang Juan, such a malicious woman, no longer deserved his love now.
Nevertheless, if Wang Lei didn't tidy up his home and replace the damaged electrical appliances and furniture, he absolutely would not let that grandson off the hook.
The five hundred thousand he could give up, consider it dog food, but the smashing of his home was something he could not let slide!
The next morning at nine o'clock, Li Wei rode his electric scooter to the company, and just as he sat down at his workstation, Lin Tianjiao called him to the office.
