Divorce? Mu Yan was stunned for a moment, looking at his handsome, cold face, suddenly recalling those words she said this morning to lure Zhuang Chujiao into the trap.
She whispered in defense, "I didn't really want to divorce you."
"So you can just say it lightly?" Jiang Jingheng was dissatisfied with this explanation.
Mu Yan quickly said, "I didn't say it lightly."
But her answer made Jiang Jingheng's face even darker.
She was a bit annoyed; was this man being unreasonable?
"It's not as if you don't know I'm acting. How could I possibly divorce you? Don't you believe me?"
Jiang Jingheng grabbed her hand, his body pressing close to her, his cold eyes fixing angrily on her almond-shaped eyes, not giving an inch, "You want me to believe you? Believe you're going to divorce me?"
She swore she was going to divorce him, and he indeed provoked her last night; he felt uncertain.
