"That's why I said you were self-destructive. Han Bi left you, and you were so self-destructive that you got cancer," Wen Nuan said mercilessly. "Are you going to be self-destructive again this time?"
Ye Feimo suddenly gave a cold smile. The way he looked at her was so unfamiliar, as if he were looking at a stranger.
"Are you even worthy of that?" Ye Feimo's coldness completely erupted at that moment. Wen Nuan had never seen such a cold expression on his face, not even when he was forcing her.
She knew bitterly that she had succeeded.
Ye Feimo would agree to the divorce.
He sneered and took a document from his briefcase. He threw it on Wen Nuan's face with indifference. The papers scattered on the floor, but the black words on the white paper were clear to Wen Nuan: a divorce agreement. He had signed it.
