"My husband and I divorced, and the child said he wanted to. Even the children don't like me." Sister Liu laughed and sat down on the sofa, picking up a can of beer.

The room was in a mess, the TV was smashed, the pillows on the sofa were thrown everywhere, the cushions on the sofa were pried open, and the walls were daubed with ballpoint pens.

Ye put the bag aside. "Sister Liu, I'll give you the bag. Take care of it."

She turned to leave, and Liu continued: "My husband said that I only had to work, not that he did not care about the children, and that...