An Ruo's voice became softer and softer as she spoke, these were all her speculations, and she wasn't certain that she could get everything right.
But one thing she was sure of, Tang Yuchen indeed liked Yun Feixue. His affection for her was unlike his feelings for any other woman.
It was only after she confirmed this that she dared to take the initiative to ask for a divorce.
"Come here." Tang Yuchen suddenly lost the smile at the corner of his mouth, his expression darkening.
An Ruo hesitated for a moment, then walked over nervously. Before she could sit down, he grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her into his embrace.
Her chin was tightly gripped, and An Ruowei frowned, enduring the faint pain.
Tang Yuchen's face was just inches away; she could see the sharp chill in his eyes.
