ah!

Han Bangchao was kicked to the ground, making him scream in pain.

"Trash, get lost!" Zhao Yaqi sneered, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Anyway, I don't want to be a widow. I'll have someone send me a letter of divorce later."

After saying that, he walked outside like a proud peacock.

Han Caiwei didn't dare to say anything. After helping Han Bangchao up, she stood aside and watched them curse Zhao Yaqi.

"Nai, don't worry. When my hand is ready, I will definitely lead someone to deal with this bitch." Han Bangchao put one hand on Mrs. Han's arm and said angrily.

Mrs. Han nodded.

She glanced gloomily outside the house, waiting for her son to be buried before slowly dealing with this bitch.

Wiping away tears, he turned around and prepared to go back to continue the vigil.

But he saw Mrs. Li also standing up, with displeasure on her face again:

"Watch your husband's wake. Even if you don't want to, just kneel down for me. Do you hear me?

Don't be like uneducated women like Zhao Yaqi, who rush to leave before her husband is buried.

This kind of woman is despised and despised by the world."

After scolding, Li was immediately asked to go back and kneel.

Mrs. Li glanced at her and then saluted:

"Mrs. Han, I'm sorry, I can't keep this festival anymore. My father and brother have already come to take me back.

Let’s just say goodbye and take good care of yourselves.”

"What?"
Chapter completed!