Lin Zhaodong comforted Zhang Qinglan: "Lanlan, I was just kidding, don't be angry."
Zhang Qinglan was relentless, saying: "I can't help but be angry right now. Anyway, hurry up and go get a divorce with me, I don't want to stay another minute!"
Seeing that Zhang Qinglan seemed serious, Lin Zhaodong was also somewhat anxious: "Lanlan, listen to me, I was just speaking out of anger, I believe you won't mind."
"Do you think I haven't minded all these years you've made it difficult for me? I often have to deal with all these family matters of yours. Moreover, I don't want to deal with these broken issues in your family for one more minute, especially regarding Lin Beishan. He's nearly my age, but he has to call me stepmother. Do you know that sometimes your son even tries to give me amorous looks? It's really disgusting."
Hearing these words, Lin Zhaodong was somewhat surprised and hesitantly asked: "Are... are you serious?"