In truth, Shen Xiaoya had been afraid of her very ill-tempered nephew for years. He seemed calm now, but she could still remember that time he'd had a crazy fit and dared to smash an ashtray over Shen Zhengfeng's head.
Shen Xiaoya, worried he might turn on her, didn't dare say another word. Meanwhile, Shen Yi paid no mind to the old woman on the floor, who was still putting on a show of twitching now and then. He bypassed the children from his second and third uncles' families and helped his mother into the house.
"Mom, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Du Liya took a sip of warm water and patted her chest to calm down. "I've truly had enough of the Shen family," she said. "Let's just get the divorce. I can't take another day of them!"
"Okay."
Shen Yi picked up the phone and called Shen Zhengfeng. "If you're going to keep hiding and not come back to divorce my mom, then we'll see you in court."
