Mu Jingnan raised his hand and scattered the torn divorce papers on the ground.
"I'm doing this for your own good. In the future, you'll be grateful for what I'm doing for you today."
Will he?
Mu Jingxi didn't know, at least not now.
He took a deep drag on his cigarette, feeling a dull pain in his chest.
She was determined to get a divorce, what else could he do but fulfill her wish?
"Think about Little Nuomi, think about the child in Qiao An's belly, do you still want to go through with the divorce?"
"Cough, cough." Mu Jingxi's hand trembled slightly with the cigarette, as the smoke choked him.
"To fulfill Qiao An means giving up on two children, are you really willing to do that?"
"..." No, he wasn't willing.
"Think it over carefully."
With those words, Mu Jingnan turned and left.
Mu Jingxi sat on the sofa, his heart shattering like those scattered divorce papers on the ground.
...
Back in the South Wing, Mu Jingnan's mood remained unsettled for a long time.
