Wen Jingshu held back the sourness in her nose, "Are you done talking? If you are, hang up."
Without waiting for her father's response, she ended the call.
The moment Wen Jingshu hung up the phone, tears finally broke free and cascaded down her face.
The only thing she felt grateful for at the moment was her foresight to handle matters in a cafe outside rather than at home.
If this had happened at home, Su Chaoxi would have seen her, adding to her worries.
Wen Jingshu took a deep breath, determined to pull herself together. Regardless, she had decided to go through with the divorce today.
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Wen Jingshu was handling this upsetting matter outside.
Back at the house, Su Chaoxi was not having an easy time either.
While Su Chaoxi was still half-asleep, there was a pounding on the door.
The knocking sounded hostile, extremely frantic.
Su Chaoxi's first instinct was that someone had come to cause trouble.
