Hearing how she addressed him, Du Jinqian frowned and said with an obvious coldness, "Miss Zhong, we're already divorced. Please mind your words."
Du Jinqian's coldness made Zhong Qingran's expression stiff, but she soon returned to normal.
"Jinqian, are you still mad at me?"
Zhong Qingran walked over and stood in front of the desk, looking at Du Jinqian with a pitiful look.
Du Jinqian closed the documents in his hands and leaned back on the chair. "Tell me, what exactly are you here for?"
Du Jinqian, who had been sleeping in the same bed with him for many years, was already used to Zhong Qingran's change of attitude, so he wasn't surprised at all.
"Can't I come to find you for no reason?"
Seeing Du Jinqian's indifferent attitude, Zhong Qingran was furious in her mind, but she had to maintain a weak look on the outside.
