It was the same disgusting feeling a person got when they saw a black crow first thing in the morning.
"I need to talk to you…" Song Yishi was arrogant.
Huo Siqian cautiously looked around before saying, "Come in."
Yes, he was a careful man. Paparazzi from small newspaper outlets loved hiding outside the houses of rich people and taking whatever photos they could.
Song Yishi followed Huo Siqian into his condo; she was wearing a wine-colored cashmere coat and over-the-knee boots with seven-inch heels.
"What do you want…"
"When can we get divorced?" Song Yishi cut to the chase.
"Now's not the time."
"Then when is?" Song Yishi didn't want to stay married to him any longer; it was fine that she was living life as a widow, but she hated pretending that they were in love in front of other people. It disgusted her.
She didn't even have the guts to go see Qin Chu, because she hadn't figured out her relationship with Huo Siqian yet.
