She seemed to have been standing there for a while, hesitating to go inside.
Thin lips, curling up with a sinister smile.
"Mrs. Mu, what are you looking at?" Mu Jingnan stepped forward, forcibly wrapped his arm around her waist, and pressed her into his embrace.
Her body crashed into his embrace, and Situ Yunshu instinctively clenched her fist, aiming a punch at his infuriating face.
The fist was tightly enveloped by a strong hand.
"Thinking of a second time?" Mu Jingnan's face looked somewhat ugly.
Situ Yunshu sneered coldly, "As long as you don't divorce, there will be a third and a fourth time, countless times."
Divorce.
Again, divorce.
Mu Jingnan considered himself to have done enough already, so why couldn't she be persuaded, stubborn as a bull?
Mu Jingnan's thin lips tightly shut, his gaze fixed on her, "I warned you not to mention that matter again."
"Mu Jingnan, what's the point?"
