Yu Zhiwei's lips quivered. "There's no hidden meaning here. If you're sick, you seek treatment; that's all there is to it. But remember not to throw mud at me. I am not a fool."
Yu Zhiwei's icy and detached attitude caught the woman off guard for a moment. However, for some unknown reason, she bristled. "Mr. Yu, you infected me. Are you attempting to turn the tables now?"
Yu Zhiwei shifted uneasily. "I agree to a divorce if that's what you want. But you can't pin all the blame on me just to get more from the settlement."
"How dare you spout such nonsense!"
"Hmph, nonsense? You have three diseases; I only have one. How could I have given you something I don't have?"
Yu Zhiwei looked coldly at the woman before him. "Obviously, the disease I have was transmitted by you. I was just lucky to get only one."
"You..."
Gao Qin felt utterly helpless. She had truly begun to tire of, even loathe, such exchanges.
