บท 340: Divorce (1)

"Clap!"

The passersby on the street were shocked. Many of them stopped and looked over.

At a table by the window, a blue-robed man of medium height raised his hand and slapped a round-faced woman in her early thirties.

"Madam Sun," the blue-robed man reprimanded the round-faced woman with disgust, "are you deliberately trying to burn Wu Niang's hand?!"

On the table, a white porcelain teacup toppled over, spilling the tea.

"I didn't…" A red palm print appeared on Madam Sun's left cheek. The wooden hairpin on her bun was askew, and a few strands of hair were scattered messily on her cheek. Her eyes were filled with tears.

Beside the blue-robed man, a charming young woman with an oval face covered her stomach with one hand. Her beautiful face turned pale as she cried out, "Aiya, husband, I feel a little pain in my stomach."