Seeing that the people had finally quieted down, Qu Jingyun pulled Yin Xue to her side.

"Men, tie up the young master."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a group of guards entered.

Unexpectedly, Qu Jingyun would actually send her own bodyguards to make a move, and Shen Song was so angry that her body trembled.

His eyes reddened with anger, and when he looked at Yin Xue, it seemed as if he wanted to kill her with his gaze.

Yin Xue then hid behind Qu Jingyun.

Seeing this, Shen Song's anger reached its peak.

Shen Song roared, "Yin Xue, I want a divorce from you."

In an instant, all the color drained from Yin Xue's face.

She stared at Shen Song in disbelief.

What did you just say?

Shen Song sneered, then said smugly, "You heard me right, I want a divorce. I never want to see you again in this lifetime. Do you understand now?"

Yin Xue's body began to tremble, and her eyes grew increasingly red.

Just when everyone thought she was going to cry, Yin Xue smiled instead.

She slowly loosened her clenched fist.

"good."

Just one person caused both mother and daughter to change their expressions simultaneously.

Qu Jingyun grabbed Yin Xue's hand and whispered to comfort her, "Xue'er, don't listen to this brat's nonsense. Don't worry, your mother is here. Your mother will uphold justice for you. I'll even kill this scoundrel."

Yin Xue smiled bitterly.

She glanced at Shen Song, who was still in a daze, and then looked at Qu Jingyun.

She gently shook her head. "Mother, there's no need to make things worse. Keeping him around would just make him a walking corpse. I don't want a man like that. I'd rather get a divorce."

“No, I suddenly feel that divorce is too good for you,” Shen Song said again.