Lin Shu's main strategy was pretending to be naive and clueless. In her eyes and in her heart, she was practically homeless at the moment, wherever she went was her home.
Lin Shu's words amused Fang Zhi greatly.
Fang Zhi pulled out two red marriage certificates from his coat, "Miss Lin, we are still in the period of marital relations, aren't we? You now blatantly deny having a home, which means you don't recognize this marriage, right?"
"But I have evidence here, and you can't deny it."
Lin Shu looked at the two brightly red marriage certificates and felt somewhat guilty, but she was still downright stubborn.
"I remember that I left you a letter, which means we can divorce now." Lin Shu said.
"I advise you not to stick around. I've made up my mind. If you've come to me to process paperwork, then we can go back to our country now. If you have other intentions, you should give up as soon as possible."
