"Hmph," Bai Xiaolun said, "If I were Aunt and Uncle, seeing people like them, I'd hope they'd get divorced too."
"What are you saying?" Sister Yun raised her hand and slapped her son's thigh forcefully.
In Sister Yun's view, persuading a couple to divorce is the most immoral of immoral acts.
"He's already hitting his wife. If they don't divorce, should she go home and continue getting beaten by him?" Bai Xiaolun, slapped by his mother, flared up, "Mom, be honest, if you were beaten by a man, wouldn't you be scared? Would you want to continue living with him at home?"
Sister Yun hurriedly tried to cover her son's mouth. But it was too late; Bai Dui exploded in anger, and the teacup shattered on the ground. Bai Xiaolun had never seen his father this furious before; Bai Dui had always been quiet and polite. To be honest, Sister Yun used to be the one losing her temper at home, but she'd never seen Bai Dui lose his temper, much less break something.
