Moh Shiche's movements paused for a moment before he continued to tie his tie, "Did she ask you where I was?"
"No… But the Young Madam did send an express package to Moh's. I brought it over, but I didn't open it."
Lian Su quickly went outside to get the express package from the car.
It was a folder. Moh Shiche tore open the packaging, and a few thin sheets of paper slid out, fluttering to the ground at his feet.
The man just had to look down to see the few large characters in the title.
Divorce Agreement.
The atmosphere congealed in an instant—
Lian Su didn't dare breathe too loudly, fearful that Moh Shiche's anger might inadvertently lead to him getting chopped down…
But Moh Shiche didn't do anything. He simply looked down for a few minutes, then bent over to pick up the sheets of paper, tore them into pieces, crumpled them up, and threw them straight into the trash can.
In a silent but domineering manner, he made his stance clear.
