Zhang Hongyang snickered with a cold laugh, slumped onto the sofa in the reception area with an unashamed look on his face.
"Face? Ha... Us folks in officialdom? When have we ever really cared about face? You say you want to divorce me, but I won't do it. What can you do to me? Of course, if you want a divorce, that's fine too. Just have a baby for me, then you can scram, and I won't mind at all, ha..."
"Zhang Hongyang, you're dreaming! I am definitely not having a child with you! If you won't divorce, fine, I'll take it to court. I'm going out and don't have time to waste on you. Please leave!"
Zhao Han slung her bag over her shoulder, looking eager to get rid of him.
Zhang Hongyang snorted coldly twice. "You go on then! I'm going to lie here on this sofa for a bit. I did drink too much at noon, and I want to rest a while longer. What's the problem? Can the eldest son of the Zhang family not sleep in any office he chooses in Yangzhou?"
"You..."
