But what about Jiu Hong? He was completely indifferent.
He shook off Lu Zhaodi's hand that was clutching his arm, "Who do you think you are? Feudal thoughts are deeply ingrained, do you think you can change them just like that? Even if you say you've changed, deep down, you definitely haven't. I won't believe you. I have only one demand, and that is divorce, divorce, do you hear me? If you didn't, I don't mind repeating it!"
As he spoke, Jiu Hong flicked his arm, precisely where Lu Zhaodi was gripping it, as if he felt his clothes had been dirtied.
Lu Zhaodi knelt on the ground, tears and snot streaming down her face. This sight deepened the feeling of revulsion in Jiu Hong's heart. He stepped back two or three steps continuously, distancing himself from Lu Zhaodi, as if she were as bothersome and foul-smelling as a fly or a pile of excrement.
"Ah Hong..." Lu Zhaodi crawled a few steps forward and reached out to pull at him but he dodged her.