After listening, Wen Jie's eyes darkened slightly.
"...Is that really what you think?"
"Yes, it's a pretty detestable way of thinking, isn't it? So, Mr. Wen, let's hurry up and get this divorce over with. If I get sick of you one day, your life might just be in danger."
But Wen Jie wasn't the least bit afraid. After a moment, he let out a low chuckle and said, "I'll be waiting for that day."
Shen Lang shot him a look that said he was crazy. "I'm going to get some ice cream. You wait here."
"We'll go together." Wen Jie gripped her delicate hand.
"..." Shen Lang felt like she was about to tear her hair out.
By the time they finally got through the line and bought the ice cream, Wen Jie was already holding no fewer than ten scented sachets.
