Han Cihui didn't sleep all night. Since he was young, when did he ever sleep on the sofa?
Even in such a difficult situation, he still survived until the end of the day and then returned to the hotel to sleep. He was the type of person who was used to living happily and didn't want to suffer.
The kind that would rather not sleep than let himself suffer.
The next day, Han Cihui sat on the sofa with a tired face. Jia Qiulian had just gotten up, and without looking at him, she went straight to the bathroom.
Han Cihui ruffled his tangled hair and took a deep breath.
He didn't want a divorce!
He didn't want to think about it from the bottom of his heart.
Han Cihui was used to living like a prince. Even when he played mobile games for several years, the people from the Han Family only scolded him about it. They were afraid that it would hurt his self-esteem, so they didn't say anything serious.
