Liu Zhizhong had his own ideas in his heart.
They were about to divorce, and this time it had to happen, so shouldn't he at least find out his wife's true background? Otherwise, his life would be quite the joke.
Lu Yumei glanced at him from the corner of her eye and said, "Her?"
"Mm..."
Liu Zhizhong nodded with anticipation.
"Go ask her yourself. Why ask me? I just need to learn how to clean turtle intestines and make turtle blood tofu..."
Liu Zhizhong: "..."
Speechless.
He offered a bitter smile and asked no further.
That was Liu Zhizhong for you, knowing when to back off.
If Lu Yumei didn't want to talk, would it not be annoying to keep pestering her?
In the following days, the rain was persistent, and it's hard to say if their sentiment persisted.
But at least, Liu Zhizhong and Lu Yumei still enjoyed each other's company.
In the misty rain along the Ru River, well, let's just call it the Ru River.
