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Su Xiaoli held the teacup in her hands, silently pursed her lips, "If my husband wakes up..."
The young girl pondered for a moment, then her eyebrows and eyes curved into a smile, "I'll stew chicken soup for him to drink!"
Qin Yihan was taken aback.
After a long while, he quirked his lips, "Is that all you're thinking?"
Su Xiaoli nodded, "For now, that's it."
Actually, she had a lot more she wanted to say, to do.
But it was all just her own imagination.
The man sitting across from her, wearing a silver mask, laughed, "I thought you had some grand ambition."
"No."
Su Xiaoli shook her head earnestly, "Maybe, I'll ask my husband if he wants a divorce."
The girl's words made Qin Yihan's eyebrows instantly furrow.
"Divorce?"
Su Xiaoli lifted her teacup and took a gentle sip, nodding, "Hmm!"
