"Sigh..." The landlady let out a long sigh and said, "When I married Zhang Biao, all my family, relatives, and friends were against it, and now that I want a divorce, my dad feels it's a disgrace!"
"Then why don't you tell the truth?" Su Ming couldn't help but ask.
"Tell what? That I was forced to marry Zhang Biao? Or that Zhang Biao sent a pretty boy to seduce me to get evidence of my infidelity and kick me out?" As the landlady spoke, her face grew darker, clearly embarrassed to speak of such things with her personality!
Su Ming was at a loss for words and, after a long pause, finally said, "Actually, your dad cares about you; otherwise, he wouldn't have come to you upon hearing you wanted a divorce!"
"I know, but I don't want to talk about this now. Let's go get something to eat!" The landlady deliberately changed the subject.
"Alright, what do you want to eat?" Su Ming asked back.
"Let's go to the halal canteen," the landlady suggested.
