"Qin Yu, go." Liang Zixuan pressed the teacup into Qin Yu's hand and pushed her out.
Qin Yu had no choice but to walk in front of Han Cihui and place the teacup heavily on the table in front of him. "Uncle Cihui, my aunt personally made this tea for you."
Han Cihui did not even bat an eyelid as he whispered, "Thank you."
"You still know how to say thank you. We've been here for so long, but you didn't even bother to say hello to us. I thought you had already become a stone!" Qin Yu glared at him, then went back to the kitchen to help Liang Zixuan with something else.
With tea and a plate of fruit, Liang Zixuan returned to the living room. While eating the fruit, she asked Han Cihui nonchalantly, "Do you really want a divorce?"
Han Cihui raised his eyelids and looked at Liang Zixuan. His disappointed look made her heart ache.
After some time, Han Cihui finally said in a hoarse voice, "She's the one who wants to divorce me."
