"Ah, Lu Yumei's wrist is so tender and boneless, smooth as silk, yet it seems like it could burst with strength at any moment."
"This beautiful young widow really loves sports. She's well-trained, and what a great physique!"
Zhizhong felt a stir in his heart, but he seriously said, "Mrs. Lu, my goodness, don't get so worked up! This guy is just in a bad mood, throwing a temper tantrum. Let's not stoop to his level. Eating and drinking well is our theme for lunch today. If he won't leave, can't our Director Zhao take the initiative and apply to the court for divorce? Right? Hehe..."
And well, you should hear the Zhao family's decider now—his words really carry weight nowadays and even managed to calm Lu Yumei down.
Zhao Han also chimed in, "Exactly, Zhizhong is right. If he won't leave, can't I ask the court to rule forcibly?"
Only then did Lu Yumei nod her head and snorted coldly twice, "This bastard, today's lunch is on him, hmph!"