Han Qianqian pouted, sobbing as she said, "But I can't forget, I really like you, Emperor. I know you don't like her as well. Divorce her and let's get married."
Shi Yuhuan coldly responded, "How many times do I have to say this? Regardless of who I like, who I want to marry, that person will never be you, so stop disrupting my life and stop bothering her. Otherwise, I will ban you from showing up anywhere in the Shi family."
With that said, he ignored Han Qianqian, grabbed onto Song Qinghuan's wrist, helped her get up, and left.
As they left, Song Qinghuan glanced back instinctively. She saw Han Qianqian eventually slumping onto the table and sobbing uncontrollably.
At that moment, she suddenly felt that Han Qianqian was pitiful.
In fact, she didn't find Han Qianqian annoying, perhaps if she could change her arrogant demeanor and her ladylike temperament, this cold man might like her.
Pity...
But on second thought, there must be something hateful about those who are pitiful.
