Qin Simin pushed me away and looked at Chen Weiwei with surprise.

"Sister, why are you crying? There's blood on your forehead. Who hit you? Tell brother, brother will avenge you."

Chen Weiwei glanced at me, then quickly lowered her head.

"Brother, I'm fine."

Qin Simin instantly jumped up, his eyes filled with blame as he looked at me.

"Mom, don't bully sister in the future. She's the youngest in our family, and we should all take care of her."

I smiled.

Not worth it for myself.

From Qin Simin's behavior, I knew they had met before.

In his heart, I might not even measure up to half a finger of Chen Weiwei.

They are the real family, but I insist on squeezing myself into it.

"Qin Simin, I plan to divorce your dad. Who do you want to be with?"

Qin Simin looked shocked: "Why do you want a divorce? I disagree. Dad is so handsome, why would you divorce him?"

I don't know who instilled such thoughts in him. Can being handsome feed you?

Even if he's handsome, he's already in his thirties, with a beer belly, just a greasy middle-aged man.

I sighed helplessly: "The feelings have faded. It's either you or him."

Qin Simin shouted loudly, "You really want a divorce? I will hate you for it. I don't want to be with someone as heartless as you."