When Ye Xiandong arrived, Qiao Qiao was sitting by the window, watching the bustling streets outside. Her expression was calm and serene, with no trace of time marring her face—she was still beautiful.
His heart accelerated, then returned to silence. He knew Qiao Qiao had called him to discuss divorce.
After sorting through his complex thoughts, he took a seat opposite Qiao Qiao: "Work at the company has been busy, so I came a bit late. Sorry."
"It's okay, I have plenty of free time anyway," Qiao Qiao said, pouring Ye Xiandong a cup of tea.
Qiao Qiao's poised demeanor caught Ye Xiandong's attention. She smiled gently, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You seem more cheerful and confident," Ye Xiandong replied, sipping the tea. Perhaps because she poured it, it even tasted different.
Without agreeing or disagreeing, Qiao Qiao brought up the topic: "Do you have some time today? I want to handle our divorce proceedings."
