"..."
Her haughty demeanor was intimidating, pushing Qin Muchuan subconsciously backward.
Lin Xiangwan finally sneered, poured herself a cup of tea, and took a dry and parched sip. Only then did she begin to speak at leisure, "I'm not a three-year-old child. I won't believe anything you say. Your words are empty, and I will not trust them. Moreover, I will despise you more."
"Wanwan..."
Lin Xiangwan took another sip and said, "Mr. Qin, you know, we might as well talk about what happens after the divorce. That seems more realistic!"
Seeing her slowly aim her ridicule and vent her resentment, Qin Muchuan found it somewhat charming.
In any case, the fact that the two of them could sit and chat over food and tea was a pleasant thing. Much better than the disruptive presence of Zhou Ziqing. "A divorce would mean losing you. I don't see that as a good thing."
