Han Cihui sat in Han Yuanjun's office with a dark face. It was obvious that he was in a bad mood. "The news that I'm divorcing her spread around the company yesterday. I think it's because she heard a lot of unkind words."
Han Yuanjun tapped his finger lightly on his desk and smiled at Han Cihui's dark face. "Isn't she the one who wants to divorce you? How did it become that you're the one who wants to divorce her?"
Han Cihui stared at Han Yuanjun gloomily. "Isn't it the same?"
"How can it be the same?" Not only was Han Yuanjun in no hurry, but he also had a carefree expression on his face, "She divorced you because she wanted to leave you. You divorced her because you wanted to leave her. So how can it be the same?"
Han Cihui already felt terrible in his heart. Now that his cousin said that, he became even more worried. He angrily kicked Han Yuanjun's desk. "I'm already like this, and you still want to make fun of me?"
