She headed to the second floor, and Zhou Yu, with sharp eyes, saw her
"You're finally here," Zhou Yu said as he pulled her forward. "I really couldn't stop him. I thought about it, and in the whole Haicheng besides his mother, he only listens to you."
Qiao Xi pursed her lips, anxiety rising in her almond-shaped eyes.
"Did he... say why?" Qiao Xi somewhat doubted, wondering if her abrupt decision to ask for a divorce had genuinely hurt him.
But their irreconcilable issue remained unresolved.
"He didn't say."
Zhou Yu pretended not to know and tentatively asked, "What happened between you two? Why did he..."
Qiao Xi didn't say much.
Zhou Yu sighed and said, "Never mind, you two resolve your emotional issues yourselves. He's inside, take him with you."
Zhou Yu opened the private room door, and a strong smell of alcohol rushed out.
There were many empty wine bottles on the coffee table.
