Zijun Tang got out of the car and didn't even glance at Su Sheng, wondering how this man could act as if nothing had ever happened, even though he was flirting around outside.
She walked into the building with her high heels, Su Sheng, unusually, followed in leather shoes. The pouch that should have been tied around his waist was now slung over his shoulder, instantly ruining the formal attire's aura and adding a carefree and unrestrained touch. He never lived by the rules.
Watching the beautiful silhouette of his icy wife, Su Sheng suddenly remembered some news about his old father. He was almost certain that his father was playing possum, not truly dead.
If that was the case, then his marriage to this woman wasn't truly his father's last wish. He was completely free to end this marriage in name only.
