The man, unable to bear it any longer, slammed down nine one-yuan bills: "Bad luck for me. I'll pay the extra nine yuan, but I must divorce immediately. I simply can't stand this shrew, not even for a day..."
"Who are you calling a shrew? Watch your mouth, you despicable man..."
The clerk broke in impatiently: "This is a public place, please both of you maintain public order..."
Yan Xixi saw clearly, by coincidence, it was that same couple from last time, the ones who came for divorce procedures and were arguing endlessly over who should bear the extra 9 yuan.
She stepped back.
Perhaps the man saw the young woman beside him was exceedingly beautiful, his eyes shone brightly, staring at her intently.
Wan Donglin stood up nonchalantly, blocking behind her. Seeing Wan Donglin's tall stature and strong presence, the man dared not stare at her further, though he still cursed under his breath: "Why rush to get married? Anyway, sooner or later you'll get divorced, it's pointless..."
