"Slap."
A crisp sound.
Cheng Zhiwei's raised hand trembled, "Zhou Lin, you are the one refusing to divorce."
Zhou Lin squinted, his tongue touching the spot where he got slapped, his gaze dark and fearsome, "Fine, she lost her legs, you give them back to her, and I'll agree to the divorce. Otherwise, you will spend your life by my side atoning for your sins."
Cheng Zhiwei laughed miserably, "It's really you."
His retaliation had always been there.
Only she had foolishly believed she could warm his heart and that time would be the best healer.
Now she knew that time was not a healer at all, but a poison that choked upon ingestion.
"Cheng Zhiwei, if you don't want to drag your dear Senior He Ye into this, you better behave," Zhou Lin leaned close to Cheng Zhiwei's ear and said each word chillingly.
"You wouldn't dare." Cheng Zhiwei clenched her teeth, her hatred no longer concealable, "Zhou Lin, if you touch him, I will make that call to tell on you."
