Wen Qiao couldn't believe what she was seeing, the two standing intimately in front of her, "You..."
"I'm sorry, my feelings have changed. Let's get a divorce."
The familiar man was now uttering exceedingly strange words to her, causing Wen Qiao to stagger and take a step back.
The woman beside him was someone Wen Qiao had seen before, the very president of Fan Chen, Yang Lan, whom she had spotted before in the conference room.
Disdain and indifference filled her eyes as usual, looking down at Wen Qiao from above.
The hand that was wrapped around the man's arm seemed to be taunting her.
Wen Qiao heard her own fragmented voice, "Didn't you say that you didn't like her?"
"At this point, saying such things is meaningless."
