Before heading upstairs, Jian's Mother didn't forget to claim credit. "I can only help you this far, Jian Xi. I've seen Si Yuhuan's attitude, and it's acceptable. If you don't want a divorce, don't be so dramatic."
Jian Xi stood numbly.
So, do I look like I'm being dramatic now?
Si Yuhuan felt an unexpected wave of refreshment, as if the gloom of many overcast days had been swept away. "It seems all these efforts were in vain."
"Si Yuhuan!" Jian Xi gritted her teeth, wishing she could pounce on him and tear him to pieces.
"If you want a divorce, you'll have to go to the trouble of collecting evidence all over again." The man was in a good mood and went straight to the dining room to have the servants prepare his breakfast.
Jian Xi growled from behind, "Don't give him anything to eat."
Starve the bastard to death! He tore up my evidence, making all my hard work futile. This score isn't settled.
When she returned to her room, she found Si Yuhuan had forgotten his phone.
