Su Ming'an was seeing such a scene for the first time.
The man and woman were fiercely arguing, their thunderous voices echoing through the apartment building, faces flushed, like two bulls locked in combat.
They pointed at each other's noses and eyes, using the most vile and filthy words to describe one another. The wife's face bore the mark of a slap embedded in her cheekbone, while the husband's arm was covered in bleeding wounds. Their conversation revolved around the house, money, retirement, insurance, and cancer.
This left Su Ming'an dazed, as if he had stepped into another world—no, as if he had returned to the world he originally knew. A world where a couple could turn against each other for a tiny bit of wealth, where even purchasing an egg at home needed careful consideration.
A reality that was despairingly real.
At this moment, the woman turned her head and suddenly noticed Su Ming'an at the stairway corner.
