Zhou Lin's thin lips pursed slightly, "I will not divorce."
Lin Yu let out a cold laugh, her gaze devoid of warmth, and then made another phone call, "Old Seo, I need your help with a divorce case... Not my son, but my daughter-in-law, okay, let's discuss the details at the hospital."
Her decisive arrangements highlighted her powerful connections.
Zhou Lin's forehead vein throbbed, "Mom, are you determined to have me divorce Cheng Zhiwei?"
Lin Yu put her phone in her bag and coldly raised her eyes, "Otherwise, should I wait until one day to collect her corpse?"
Zhou Lin retorted: "I am the one who wronged her."
Being able to say this sentence was proof enough that Zhou Lin knew how much his favoritism towards He Lanzhi had hurt Cheng Zhiwei.
But he still chose to do it.
