"Divorce?"
Jiang Yi laughed, "Who told you my dad wants to divorce you? I have a way to make him a widower, which saves him the trouble of divorce completely."
"What did you say?"
Ji Meishu squinted her eyes, staring at Jiang Yi.
Jiang Yi looked coldly at her and said, "Rest assured, I won't do it myself. After all, it's not worth breaking the law for someone like you. By then, the police will help. After all... not everyone is allergic to peanuts, wouldn't you say so? Auntie..."
Ji Meishu's face changed like an open book, alternating between pale and green, her eyes almost bulging with anger.
She stared at Jiang Yi venomously, "Who told you all this?"
Jiang Yi leaned closer to her, gritting her teeth, "It's those people you killed!"
"How dare you..."
In broad daylight, Ji Meishu, having her scales touched, turned as pale as a midnight specter.
She tightly clutched the handbag slung over her shoulder.
