"Yes." As Ming Yi receded, Ming Fan in the room grabbed the pen in his hand and exerted his strength. Finally, the slender pen pole couldn't resist the force of the big palm. With a crisp sound, it was broken into pieces. The ink-black ink was blurred on the white rice paper. Two words, divorce, could be vaguely seen.
"It's been a few days since we last met, and you seem to be in a bad mood. Is everything not going well?" Li Luo appeared in the study after a short while. He looked at the paper on the table with a frown and teased with a gentle smile, but he didn't want to come closer to see the words on it. His face stiffened.
"Do I have to do this?" Xiushu, it was easy to know who he was giving it to. It was just that it was hard to explain how Qian Mu saw the expression on the words "D
