Zhang Yu froze when she saw Wu Hao, whom she hadn't seen in ages. After returning, she checked the surveillance footage at the front gate and knew Feng Min had been here.
Back then, Feng Min looked truly haggard, and then one day, she just never showed up again.
Looking at the visibly aged Wu Hao, Zhang Yu couldn't help but blurt out, "You, you didn't divorce Feng Min, did you?"
"Ahhhh," Wu Hao hadn't expected Zhang Yu to guess it and say it out loud. "Yeah, we divorced."
They actually divorced. Zhang Yu began to understand why Wu Hao seemed so weathered and worn—it must have something to do with his unwashed clothes.
It's only summer now, so doing laundry should be relatively easy. Come winter, washing these clothes would be an even bigger struggle.
"It seems life really hasn't been going well for you lately."
"Your clothes aren't clean, your hair's all greasy. You're at least someone working in a stable system—you should pay a bit more attention to your appearance."
