Lu Jianshen's face had turned as black as coal by now. It wouldn't take more than a spark for him to ignite on the spot.
"What did she just say?"
"A young, fresh-faced boy?"
"An older man?"
"A May-December romance?"
And she said she liked all types and wanted to try them one by one.
If he weren't standing right beside her bed, hearing her say these things with his own ears, he would hardly believe it.
"Nan Xi, where is the person you've been harboring a crush on? Wasn't it for ten years? What now? You stop loving just like that?" Lu Jianshen's dark eyes were fixed on her as he asked in a cold voice.
Even though he knew he wouldn't get an answer, he still felt a burning rage inside.
The forgetful woman, forgetting just like that.
And she had just divorced him two days ago. Was she already so eager to find a new love?