Mr. Chen stopped talking here because Xu Dasheng's fist was already clenched with a creaking sound, as if it could hit his face at any moment.
"Xu Dasheng, you can't blame everyone for this... Do you know what your wife says about you behind your back? She's been looking down on you for a long time, saying you aren't capable, can't earn much money, and even in that aspect... you're no good... Otherwise, she wouldn't have..."
"Shut up." Sun Hang glanced coldly at him, "If Xu Dasheng wants to hit you, I won't stop him now."
Mr. Chen immediately kept his mouth shut.
Xu Dasheng's place wasn't far from the market, and the three of them had walked for less than ten minutes before turning into a dark, narrow alley... On both sides of the alley were old-style tenement buildings that had been around for many years. Many of the buildings had "demolish" signs painted on them, but for some reason, the paint was fading, yet the buildings still stood there.
