In an instant, Feng Chengjin's face somehow turned from cold to green.
All that was clear was that when Feng Chengjin, with a cold face, squeezed out a few stiff words from his throat, "What did you say?"
Qiu Zhixuan was awkwardly close to tears.
After all, didn't their situation look like a divorce? She had been dragged all the way here, unwilling and reluctant.
Feng Chengjin's face was colder than a December ice storm...
She didn't even believe it herself.
Even the couple behind them looked at them strangely, obviously thinking, "Did you run to the wrong place? If you're here for a divorce, it's not here; give us some space, we're in a hurry."
Even Qin Nuo, who had arrived earlier and just brought over some middle-level leader from the city civil affairs bureau intending to help them cut the line, covered his face tragically at the sight, acting as if he didn't know President Feng...
Qiu Zhixuan was extremely embarrassed.
