After silently looking at each other for a few seconds, and just as Song Qinghuan was about to assume that this man was ready to hit her, Yihan softly uttered two words: "Get out!"
The aura of fear masked with courage caused the man to hold a cold, slightly twisted smile on his lips.
He casually placed the divorce agreement on top of the document, promptly opened the car door and got out.
Inside the civil affairs office, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Song Qinghuan behind him. His devilishly deep eyes half-lidded, and his thin, rosy lips curved into a lazy smirk, "Hand me your household registration book," he requested.
His expression was slightly softer than his previous cold demeanor.
Song Qinghuan opened her bag and passed him the book, with indignation bubbling in her heart: 'Sure knows how to act, turning off his icy killer look when coming here to get married.'
