Upon receiving the call, Shen Lu frowned upon hearing Qin Zigui's words. "Qin Zigui, there's nothing for us to discuss."
"Don't be like this, Lulu. We're in the same boat now. You stabbed me and I'm disabled, and you can't have children. We're both equally unfortunate, so let's just make do and live together," Qin Zigui spoke, his tone naturally flippant.
"Make do with you?" Shen Lu sneered. She had never been willing to marry Qin Zigui in the first place and wanted to torment him and seek revenge. Now that he refused to divorce, she found it strange: "That's impossible."
"Why is it impossible?" Qin Zigui retorted, "They say a couple's bond lasts a hundred days after even one day of marriage. No matter what, you should stay with me. Even if we don't stay together, we shouldn't end up in court again."
"Qin Zigui, what exactly do you want to say?" Shen Lu was clearly impatient.
"I want to meet you now and talk," Qin Zigui replied.
