Tuoba Rui looked away and guffawed mirthlessly. His laughter was filled with immense pain, misery, and agony.
"Father…" Tuoba Danxue murmured.
She had never seen such an emotional and distraught side of her father before.
It was, in fact, a little terrifying.
Shi Xiaoyu was no longer as confident as she was when she was arguing with An Xiaoning earlier. She stood rooted to the ground in fear, clenching her fists tightly as goosebumps began to form all over her from head to toe.
Tuoba Rui's laughter ceased as he turned to glare at Shi Xiaoyu sullenly. "You claimed that Qingzhou tried to run away and that my parents had executed her. I was fooled by you for decades… Not only am I going to divorce you today, I'm going to remove your name from the Tuoba family's record. After you die, you're not to be buried in the ancestral grave. Your son may be the president now, but don't forget, he's in no place to meddle with the familial matters!"
