Song Qiao stood there for a while before turning to look at him. I felt the window inside was open, and the wind blew directly inside. Yet, Song Qiao still felt a bit stifled in her chest.
She took a few deep breaths, and her eyes settled on the man in front of her. Her face didn't show much expression. She directly said, "Lu Jingchen, let's get a divorce."
Due to having drunk some water, her voice lost its hoarseness. The woman's voice was as gentle as ever, each word spoken clearly, directly reaching the man's ears.
The woman's sudden words made the man's pupils contract sharply, as if a knife had slashed his heart. Pain spread instantly throughout his body.
