Sheng Jiayu slightly lifted her chin, refusing to lose in spirit even if she lost in reality. She wanted to present her usual queenly demeanor, but in front of this man, she was just a little woman and couldn't manage that posture.
In front of him, she was always utterly defeated.
"Sheng Jiayu, we are already divorced. I am doing well now, and I hope you won't disturb my life again. Su Wan and I would both appreciate it."
Xin Ke's voice was somewhat hurried, as gentle as in her memory, but the words he spoke were truly… too harsh.
Sheng Jiayu felt a rush of heat flow to her eyes; she couldn't cry, absolutely could not.
Xin Ke didn't care about her tears at all. In his eyes, her tears were just a huge joke or a pretense for sympathy.
Sheng Jiayu gritted her teeth and forced herself to endure.
But she could still feel her eyes getting slightly wet.
"Xiao Yu."
Suddenly, a cold male voice interrupted, catching Sheng Jiayu off guard. Xin Ke also turned to look.
