Sheng Shiwu didn't know all the nitty-gritty details of Dong Yuanyuan's grudges and grievances with her husband, but he knew the general situation.
Just as he finished speaking, Song Zijie's car pulled into the entrance of the compound. Sheng Shiwu spoke worriedly.
"Sigh, Dong Yuanyuan has been causing a scene for over half a month. I don't get why she hasn't divorced him yet."
"Xiao Wu, why are you worried about her?" Song Zijie asked, not understanding.
"I'm not worried about *her*. I'm afraid she was reluctant to divorce before, but now that she's seen Su, she'll want an immediate divorce."
"That doesn't have anything to do with our Su, does it?"
"How could it not? What if she starts harassing Su? What about Jiaojiao?"
"Harass me? Who gave her the nerve?" A cold, angry voice sounded from inside the car.
An intensely cold aura, as if straight from an ice cellar, made the two men in the front seat shiver involuntarily.
