Xiao Jinghuai sat across from Lin Xue'er, expressionless, and said, "Just say it directly! What do you want with Lan Yuzhe?"
"Is it necessary for you to be so tense?" Lin Xue'er covered her mouth with a light laugh, "I'm not here to reconcile with you, and even if I wanted to now, it's impossible. You have a son and a daughter. Would you really divorce your wife for me?"
Twelve years is a long time, long enough to make a woman become a stranger.
In Xiao Jinghuai's memory, Lin Xue'er was never very talkative and always loved tranquility. Every time he came home from work, he would see her arranging flowers, poised and dignified, a typical lady.
At that time, he was busy with his career and was either staying at the company or in his study, so he didn't have much interaction with her, nor did he pay much attention.
