Zhang Yang watched coldly from the sidelines, finally understanding what it truly meant for human nature to fail the test.
Under the effects of the Truth Card, his uncle and aunt's innermost thoughts were laid completely bare—ugly yet real, and not the least bit surprising.
"Y-you... say that again if you've got the guts." Zhou Xiaona's face turned deathly pale, disbelief written all over it.
"I said divorce. Now. We'll go register it immediately... and once the one-month cooling-off period is over, we'll get the divorce certificate!" Song Wenbo roared.
Zhou Xiaona froze for a moment, then lunged at him like she had gone mad, clawing and scratching.
"You bastard! You heartless scumbag! Everything I did, wasn't it all for this family? You ungrateful bastard!"
"Cut the crap. Divorce..."
In the blink of an eye, the scene had descended into chaos.
Zhang Yang watched calmly for a moment before turning and leaving the living room. Standing in the small courtyard, listening to the shouting behind him, he suddenly found it all rather pointless.
He suddenly understood why, after becoming successful, wealthy people always treated their relatives with a distant politeness that made them seem cold and heartless.
The human heart was unfathomable. Give someone a little, and they were grateful; give them too much, and they became resentful.
"Perhaps in the future..." Zhang Yang glanced back at his father, who was trying hard to play peacemaker, and an idea suddenly crossed his mind.
Perhaps his parents ought to move to Magic City with him someday.
They needed a new social circle too.
A short while later, Zhang Yang walked over to his Cullinan, got in, and drove away without looking back.
Later that evening, at his villa, Zhang Yang finally waited for Zhang Zhaohai and his wife to return home.