"Zhou Shuhuan, you coward who hits women, if you're so capable, go strut around outside. You're useless and unattractive; marrying you was just my bad luck for eight lifetimes..."
"Stop making a scene and come back home with me!"
"I'm not going back. I just want to make a scene right here to let everyone know what a piece of trash you, Zhou Shuhuan, are..."
Listening to the intense arguing between Zhou Shuhuan and Shen Baolan outside the restaurant, Shen Mingzhu couldn't help but glance at the man who was calmly sipping soup.
"Aren't you going to go out and try to stop them?"
"It's tough even for a judge to settle domestic affairs; what can I do? Even if Shuhuan and I are good brothers, it doesn't mean I should interfere in his family matters."
That was true.
The two of them sat there in the restaurant, enjoying the drama, while the restaurant owner and waiters peeked from behind the curtains.