A sedated voice came from the other end of the phone, "Mu Chuci said, he's not here."
Lu Xing: "......"
Asking for help has always been humbling; just ignore his antics.
Lu Xing continually reminded herself a few times in her heart, then spoke with a smile, "If Mu Chuci is not there, what about my husband?"
"Is my husband there?"
Mu Chuci replied with dead silence on the other side.
Lu Xing, with her usually good temper, softly continued, "Husband?"
"..."
"Husband."
"..."
"Husband~"
"..." The call was hung up.
Lu Xing listened to the disconnected busy tone and scratched her head irritably.
Why was Mu, the film emperor, so hard to mollify this time? It was just about discussing divorce, a matter both of them were well aware of—why was he so upset?
He couldn't possibly...not want to divorce her at all, could he?
The thought alone frightened Lu Xing.
If it was true, why wouldn't he want to divorce her? Did he want to spend his whole life with her?
