"So, I say you're a masochist. The moment Han Bi leaves you, you self-destruct to the point of getting cancer," Wen Nuan said relentlessly, "Are you going to self-destruct this time too?"
Ye Feimo suddenly gave a cold laugh, his gaze at her very foreign, as if he were looking at a stranger.
"You think you can?" Ye Feimo's coldness fully erupted at this moment, Wen Nuan had never seen such a ruthless expression on his face, not even when he forced her.
She bitterly realized that she had succeeded.
Ye Feimo would agree to the divorce.
He sneered as he took out a document from his briefcase and tossed it indifferently onto Wen Nuan's face; the papers scattered on the floor, in black and white, clearly visible to Wen Nuan... a divorce agreement, and he had signed it.
"As you wish!" Ye Feimo's voice became even more emotionless, his eyes wrapped in something that seemed gentle but was actually rigid, unbreakable by anyone, "I must have been crazy to have..."
