Yan Rusheng looked at Xuxu and spoke with a slightly mocking tone. "Ha. The Wen Xuxu who doesn't enjoy meddling in others' affairs is now sticking her nose into this matter."
Xuxu retracted her gaze and eyed him. She was hopping mad. She lectured, "How can you put it in this way? This concerns both First Aunt and First Uncle. How can I feign ignorance?"
If it was someone else, she would definitely not bother. Even if she bumped into a woman fighting with a mistress over such matters on the street, she would always choose to walk away from the scene.
Yan Rusheng weakly smiled and used his hand to ruffle her hair with affection. "Silly lass! Hurry and take a shower and rest early. You must be freezing."
He grabbed her hand and true to what he said; it was indeed cold.
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"Alright, I shall grant you your wish! Let's get a divorce!"
Slam!
