Jiang Zhixun had just finished his task; those words were nothing more than a pretense to brush her off.
Shen Qingqing understood that.
As he turned to leave, she instinctively grabbed the man's forearm.
"Don't dodge the question."
Jiang Zhixun pressed his tongue against his cheek. "You came all the way to the Northwest just to divorce me?"
"What else?"
Jiang Zhixun's expression turned unbelievably dark.
Gripping Shen Qingqing's wrist tightly, he grit his teeth and asked, "Three years ago, you were the one insisting on getting married. And now, you're also the one demanding a divorce. What exactly do you take me for?"
Shen Qingqing's wrist hurt, but he held her so tightly that she couldn't break free.
"At your beck and call, dismissed at will. Shen Qingqing, am I your dog?"
The corners of Jiang Zhixun's eyes were tinged with red, a sign of his sheer fury.
Three years ago, she nonchalantly decided to marry him.
