Shen Zhaonan thought it was his assistant, so he went over and opened the door. When he saw the person standing at the door, his back stiffened, "Why are you here?"
The woman at the door was wearing a camel-colored, hand-made cashmere coat and high heels, stepping straight in with a frigid tone, "If you can be here, why can't I?"
The woman's chestnut ear-length hair stood out against her delicately made up face with blazing red lips that were strikingly visible. Only after she walked in did they see Han Jiangxue standing by the sofa.
Without waiting for the woman to speak, Han Jiangxue struck preemptively, questioning Shen Zhaonan, "Shen Zhaonan, is this the reason you were so eager to divorce me?"
No wonder then. Shen Zhaonan had been so affectionate and trusting towards her before, how could he talk about divorce over just this little matter? Now that she saw the woman standing here, she felt she understood everything.
