"I did say that, but I thought you were a terminally ill person at the time. In your current situation, it's obvious that you don't need anyone to take care of you, right?"
Su Zhuoqian glanced at her indifferently. "I don't mind falling ill again."
"That's not necessary." Qiao Weiyang was a benevolent doctor and could not bear to see someone terminally ill.
"Therefore, I don't want to hear about a divorce a second time."
"But…" Qiao Weiyang really couldn't understand him. "Mr. Su, you're the head of the richest family in Jingdu City, and I'm just an ordinary woman. Our marriage is really inappropriate."
"It's up to me whether it's suitable or not."
His voice was not loud, but his tone was domineering and determined.
Qiao Weiyang thought of Xiao Bao's cute little face. The father and son looked so similar, but their personalities were so different.
