Liu Zhizhong hadn't received a reply from Lu Yuqing and was really losing his patience.
Besides, Zhao Yan had quickly sent a voice message over WeChat: "Weren't you supposed to come over in a bit? Why are you so slow?"
Liu Zhizhong couldn't be bothered replying to the message and could only forcefully stabilize his emotions, adjust his mentality, and stride toward his wife's car.
He was determined now.
Since you'd been distant for years, and you're going to divorce me anyway, what's there to lose face over?
It's just a pity I won't be able to sleep with you anymore.
From now on, I, Liu Zhizhong, won't grovel before you, Zhao Yan. Even without you, I'm not without women.
Of course, if you want a divorce, well, that's a different story.
Soon, he arrived at Zhao Yan's BMW.
Zhao Yan was still in the driver's seat, flipping through her tablet, looking at a data report or something of the sort.
