In the single-patient hospital room, Li Ruyun lay on the bed, unconscious.
Zhuang Rouhui and Li Fuhong were arguing incessantly.
"Your daughter has been lying here over the holidays, and you just arrived now? Do you even count as a person?"
"How dare you say that to me? I just asked the nurse, and you came just half an hour before me. Zhuang Rouhui, don't pretend in front of me. We're just as bad as each other, no one can criticize the other."
Zhuang Rouhui's face turned iron blue, her once beautiful features now appearing harsh and miserable.
"Don't forget we are still married, yet you sleep with that vixen every day. Do you even regard me as your wife?"
Li Fuhong's face was expressionless, "If you can't stand it, then divorce and get lost sooner!"
Zhuang Rouhui coldly said, "You wish. Don't think I'll let you and that vixen be happy together, I intend to drag you down; she'll never be recognized rightfully."
