Song Qiao stood there for a while before turning around to face him. The window inside was open, and the outside breeze blew directly in, yet Song Qiao still felt a stuffy sensation in her chest.
She took a few deep breaths, her gaze steady as she looked at the man in front of her. Her face showed little expression as she said directly, "Lu Jingchen, let's get a divorce."
Because she had just drunk some water, her voice lacked its usual hoarseness. The woman's voice was as gentle as ever, each word clearly enunciated, reaching the man's ears directly.
The woman's sudden words caused the man's eyes to constrict sharply as if a knife had sliced through his heart, pain spreading throughout his body instantly.
