Her vision was pitch black. Gu Sihan wanted to turn on the wall lamp, but at that moment, two muscular arms reached out from behind and grabbed her slender waist, pulling her into their arms.
Gu Sihan was shocked, but she regained her composure a few seconds later because she smelled the familiar fragrance of the Zhilan. It was the high-class scent of a man, the scent of Fu Shu.
It was Fu Shu.
Gu Sihan furrowed her brows. “Fu Shu, what are you doing? Let Go of Me!”
Fu Shu didn’t let go. Instead, he tightened his arms and pulled her closer into his embrace. “I won’t let go, Sihan. Let Me Hug You for a while.”
“Fu Shu, do you need me to remind you? I’m here tonight to sign the divorce papers. You’re not lying to me, are you? Are you trying to trick me into coming back here?”
He had agreed to sign the divorce papers with her over the phone, but due to his low character recently and the fact that he had gone back on his word, Gu Sihan now had reason to suspect him.
