Qiao Yin's eyes held a hint of ridicule, "So, if it wasn't her, President Lu's first instinct was to defend her. It seems that if my face truly got injured by her, you wouldn't help me take revenge. Just sweet talk me a bit and it would be over. Since you're so protective of her, why bother divorcing her for a show, who is it for?"
Lu Lingche held a cotton stick in one hand and the waist of Qiao Yin with the other, directly pulling her into his arms, and his tone was especially serious, "We never got married, so it's not a divorce. The announcement of our marital relationship ending is not for show."
Qiao Yin coldly tugged at the corner of her lips and removed Lu Lingche's hand from her waist, snatching the cotton stick away, "Anyway, you can leave now. You're not welcome here. Don't come to my office that easily."
"You can freely enter my office, but I can't come into yours?"
"Correct, is there a problem?"
