In the coffee shop, the atmosphere of the four of us had been heavy for a while. I made two successive requests for divorce, but Zhou Ziang rejected me resolutely.
After watching mother-in-law and Zhou Ziang for a while, Qu Yue suddenly said, "Since you won't pay for Weiwan, also you don't agree to divorce, then I have no other choice. I can only let the old men and women in custody contact their families themselves and let their family members go to the police station to bail them out."
When mother-in-law heard this, her expression changed drastically. "How dare you!?! If you dare to make trouble with me, I will die here! "
Que Yue had an indifferent expression. "What does it have to do with me whether you die or not? Besides, I have nothing to do with this!"
Que Yue gave her a dirty look, and her laughter was especially disdainful.