This sentence... she spoke it on behalf of the barren year.
...
Mo Qingshan had passed away.
As the 'eldest son Mo Shiche', he went downstairs to handle the afterlife procedures. Besides him, no other person held the qualification to do so.
In the empty hallway, Su Mo looked at Luo Qiangwei leaning against the wall and asked in a low voice, "Tangtang, are you still living with Mo Shiche?"
"Mhm."
"You haven't divorced him, have you?"
Oh, indeed, they hadn't.
The names Luo Qiangwei and Mo Shiche had once again been registered for a marriage certificate.
She cracked a smile, "Do you want us to get divorced?"
"I know he had a falling out with your dad because of you," Su Mo frowned, concern knitting her brow, "but Tangtang, after all, Miaomiao still has a child..."
"Are you suggesting I give Mo Shiche to Sheng Miao, sure," Luo Qiangwei's chilly laugh was indifferent, "anyway, I already don't love him or need him. It's all up to her."
