Jiang Nuan picked up her chopsticks again, her eyes lowered, counting each grain of rice one by one, "Just like that, studying every day, going to the lab, coming home..."
"Why didn't you call me?" His exceptionally handsome face was too close, full of pressure.
Jiang Nuan took a deep breath, lifting her eyelids, "I thought we were already divorced!"
At that time, she was in utter despair when she signed her name on the divorce agreement, fleeing abroad to heal her wounds. How was she to know he painstakingly gave her the divorce papers yet didn't really want to divorce her?
Who knew he could be so pretentious!
"Even if you thought we were divorced, why didn't you answer Grandma's calls either? You divorced me, but you didn't want to recognize her?"
Jiang Nuan stared, listening to his nonsense, angrily retorting, "How could that be!"
His eyes seemed to say 'Isn't that so?'
