Zhao Xiyan, who was locked in the bathroom, burst into anger as soon as he heard the words, "Don't be my husband anymore."
What was a door lock to him?
It was kicked off with one kick.
Qi Yue was downstairs on the sofa, huffing and puffing as she ate her chips, busying herself with mental fortification.
As soon as she heard the loud "bang," she knew the situation was bad.
She had just rushed to the entrance of the living room when she ran into Zhao Xiyan.
The man, fresh from his bath, clad in a long black robe, approached gracefully, carrying a refreshing cold fragrance.
His face, meticulously carved like fine white jade, bore a hint of thin anger, making him look even more imposing and fierce.
His black-and-white eyes seemed to possess a magical power as they fixed onto Qi Yue intently.
"What did you just say? You don't want me as your husband?"
Qi Yue was first captivated, then terrified.
"I-I-I, did I say that?"
