At this moment, Han Cihui's heart ached so much that he wanted to dig his heart out. However, he said nothing and simply walked toward the sofa.
The next day, after Jia Qiulian finished packing, she went out with her bag. Han Cihui walked a few steps ahead and followed her. He said lightly, "Let's go to work together in my car."
Jia Qiulian looked at him and said, "No need, I can take the bus."
Han Cihui's face darkened and he suddenly stopped. "Jia Qiulian, we haven't divorced yet!"
Sensing his anger, Jia Qiulian felt a little uncomfortable. She pursed her lips and changed her route, walking towards the parking garage.
Seeing Jia Qiulian change her direction, Han Cihui's complexion improved a little.
When they arrived at the company and Jia Qiulian got out of the car, she originally wanted to go upstairs alone, but she felt it was not right. She felt like she was killing a donkey as she stood there waiting for Han Cihui to park the car.
