Gu Qincheng's eyebrows furrowed, "I forced Gu Tianhao to divorce you? Chu He, you think too highly of yourself."
"Ha..." Chu He sneered, "Gu Qincheng, what else can you do other than pretend?"
Gu Qincheng didn't care to listen to Chu He's nonsense, as Gu Tianhao had already told her that he had initiated the divorce.
Now Chu He was calling her, surely because she was getting nothing from the divorce with Gu Tianhao and was desperately trying to mock her.
"Chu He, not only can I pretend, but I can also make you lose everything."
"You're quite pleased with yourself," Chu He laughed, "You don't know yet? Your dear father, Gu Tianhao, fell from the sixth floor and is now hovering between life and death."
Gu Qincheng's expression darkened, "Fell from the sixth floor? I think it's you, Chu He, who pushed Gu Tianhao for the sake of wealth."
"Gu Qincheng, don't slander me!" Chu He screamed, "I didn't push Gu Tianhao."
