Zheng Haoyu frowned, uncle?
He shook his head, starting to question whether she was genuinely drunk or just pretending.
"You know, as a fashion designer, I hope that everyone can wear my designs." Su Nian said, gesturing enthusiastically with her hands.
"Yeah, that's a good aspiration." Zheng Haoyu nodded, Qin Xiaofei also liked fashion design, and her dream was the same.
"Hehe, once I divorce Zheng Haoyu, I will return to France and continue being a designer." Su Nian giggled innocently.
Divorce?
Zheng Haoyu shivered and almost hit the road barrier. She still wanted to get a divorce?
Zheng Haoyu's heart felt sour.
"You want to divorce Zheng Haoyu?"
"Yeah, he has already signed the divorce agreement." Su Nian replied a little sadly.
"And you, do you want to divorce Zheng Haoyu?" Zheng wanted a definite answer.
"Zheng Haoyu, the jerk, made me lose face in front of so many people today..." Su Nian started to whimper.
"..." It was true, you can't reason with a drunk person.
