Luo Qiangwei, what exactly do you want from me?"
His voice was angry and helpless, even tinged with a repressed pain.
Luo Qiangwei couldn't avoid his pervasive presence, so she stopped trying, "I've said it, we're divorcing. Don't you understand human language?"
"Why divorce," Mo Shiche clenched his jaw, his hand on her waist tightened, and he gritted his teeth, word by word, "If I did something wrong you can tell me, if you're unsatisfied you can also tell me, I never said I wouldn't change, why are you completely negating me, Luo Qiangwei, on what basis?"
She lazily narrowed her eyes, "You've done quite well everywhere, at least a million times better than before."
That statement wasn't completely true. After all, in the previous life... after they got married... he actually treated her quite well. Though his personality was a bit cold, he still took care of his wife's daily needs.
