The next day, Li Qin was cutting vegetables in the kitchen, she was astonished at the unexpected words and she almost cut her fingers.
She threw the knife quickly without washing her hands, she turned around and looked at her son in surprise.
"What did you say?" Her eyes opened widely, and there was a hum in her ears that she did not seem to hear.
"I'm going to divorce Xia Yuwei." Mo Yixuan repeated again with his hands in his pockets, his tall figure was pulled out longer by the lamplight.
Li Qin raised her head and looked up to the ceiling, her face turned pale suddenly and her wrinkled hands trembled.
She wiped her hands with a piece of cloth.
"Yixuan, what are you doing?" She hurriedly grabbed her son and went into a wing-room. All her worries were written on her face.
