Li Yeqi leaned forward to tap off some ash from his cigarette and frowned, "She wants a divorce."
"Divorce? What unforgivable thing did you do to make her want to leave you?" Mo Beichen raised an eyebrow. Although he hadn't spent much time with Yan Luoxi, she was a girl with a transparent mind, strong and forbearing.
If she wasn't utterly hopeless, she wouldn't casually mention divorce.
"What do you mean I forced her?" Li Yeqi said irritably. Even though he had recognized his mistakes, he still couldn't lay his ego aside in front of his friend.
"Yan Luoxi isn't the kind of girl who takes divorce lightly. If she mentioned it, she must be heartbroken. Xiaoqin, I'm more curious about what you did," Mo Beichen calmly watched him.
Li Yeqi's brow furrowed tighter, "I..."
The assertive "I didn't do anything" couldn't make it past his lips. When a woman cries and feels sorrow by his side, it means he either did too much or too little—it's impossible that he did nothing at all.
