The echo of the gunshots filled the car again and Ms. Yuan’s contemptuous sneer could be heard over the phone. "Big Fei, you will pay for your words and deeds today. In fact, I’ve already proposed a divorce long ago, but he’s unwilling to do it. Do you know why? Because he knows that he’s not a rich second generation now. He knows that if he leaves me, no one will support him with his food, drinks, and fun. He relies on my support but he feels like he doesn’t have face. Are you just using this as an excuse to let it all out today?”

Pointing at his mobile phone with the smoking pistol, Brother Fei shouted, "You transferred all the assets so that even if we divorced, I wouldn't get much. You bitch. You sucked the blood of my family dry and now you’re turning your face and not recognizing people? You’re...