Si Limo directly chased to the elevator doors, suppressing the uncontrollable emotions within him.
The elevator doors hadn't had a chance to close, blocked by his hand as he entered with a sullen expression. Because it was after work hours at the company, there were hardly any people around.
"Run, why aren't you continuing, huh?"
Perhaps he had been provoked into a fierce rage, as he had lost his usual composure and demeanor.
"Let go of me first."
Qiao Xiaren stood up, thinking he would step aside willingly, but when her nose brushed against his shirt collar, she realized he hadn't moved at all.
The two were very close, his face was perfect like a deity, making her heart skip a few beats. Qiao Xiaren suddenly wanted to ask a question.
"Why do you want me to get a divorce?"
Si Limo felt somewhat embarrassed and instinctively licked his thin lips, feeling his face start to heat up. It was really hard to speak: "I..."
