Yun Qiao was a straightforward girl. She would say whatever came to her mind.
Feeling that the man was restricting her freedom, she blurted out, “Last time, you said you would get a divorce in a week. Why didn’t you keep your word?”
The palace saint’s face darkened this time.
Blue veins popped out on his forehead, and anger appeared on his normally expressionless face.
After a few seconds of silence, he said in a low voice, “Do you really want a divorce?”
Yun Qiao mumbled, “Yes, I’ll be free after the divorce. No one will interfere with me!”
She had just made a big deal, signed the contract with the advertising company, got the check, and sold the mask recipe. Although a million yuan was still on the way, she would get it soon!
This money should be enough for her to set up her own business and eat and drink, right?
She didn’t need to look at the man’s face and live her life.
Yun Qiao was thinking in her heart.
Unexpectedly, the man suddenly braked!
