Zhan Moxiao let out a cold laugh. Through the transmitted soundwaves, there was an instant feeling of frost, "No need to go to court. You wanted a divorce, didn't you? As you wish. Come over and sign the Divorce Agreement and return my son to me."
After speaking, Zhan Moxiao coldly hung up the phone, devoid of his usual tenderness and indulgence.
Ou Lan clutched her phone, unable to comprehend for a long time.
Her first reaction was that the man was no longer gentle.
Her second reaction was that he really agreed to the divorce.
She blinked, and for some reason, suddenly felt a sense of loss.
It seemed he was truly angered, not choosing the legality of court, but rather, opting directly to sign the divorce agreement with her.
Seeing Ou Lan's frozen little expression, Zhan Lingtao grew worried. He tugged at her clothes and asked, "Ou Xiaolan, what's wrong?"
