Luo Ming looked back and found it was actually his ex-wife, except this time she had another man's arm around hers.
Upon seeing the two, Luo Ming calmly said, "So it's you."
"I'm asking you, why are you here?" Luo Ming's ex-wife frowned as she spoke.
Hearing her words, Luo Ming's face also soured, and the events of the afternoon flashed back in his mind, "Wan Ru, we're already divorced. You still talk to me with that tone."
Luo Ming's ex-wife then said, "Did you lose your job and come here to relax?"
"Sorry to disappoint you, that woman told me everything," Luo Ming said, "I didn't expect you to do such a thing."
The middle-aged man next to Wan Ru asked in confusion, "Wan Ru, what did you do?"
"It's nothing—just a minor issue! Let's go," Wan Ru said, taking the middle-aged man's hand.
But the middle-aged man asked again, "Exactly what is it?"
His tone somewhat angry, Wan Ru reluctantly recounted what had happened.
