She said, "If you have nothing to say, I'm going back."
Tang Peizhong pulled Liu Xu's hand.
"Xuxu, do you really like Zhao Yu?"
Actually, at this moment, Liu Xu more or less sees Zhao Yu as a close friend, not quite yet a lover.
But after being asked by Tang Peizhong, she decided to just lay it all out there.
"Yes, I do like him. I not only like him, if he doesn't mind me, I would marry him."
With every word she said, Tang Peizhong's face turned paler.
Eventually, the color had completely drained from his face.
Pei Shu'er looked on quietly, feeling sorry for her father-in-law.
But he didn't deserve sympathy.
This Great Yan War God, built like a bear, was actually made to step back by Liu Xu's retort.
His hand instinctively covered his heart, as if he was truly hurt.
"You... Xuxu, don't say these things to make me upset. We haven't divorced; you are still my wife."
