My Achilles' heel.
These four words suddenly made Sitian's already taut nerves ache, and her voice suddenly lowered, becoming much fainter, "Young Master Mu, rest assured, I won't take anything of yours, and I won't take anything from your family. After all, our marriage is merely a transaction, there's no talk of any emotional ties."
Mu Yunshen's face was already cold when she spoke the first part, but it darkened completely when she uttered the word 'transaction'. Tang Sitian, however, didn't even cast him a glance, showing no signs of sadness or discomfort, appearing calm as if divorcing him meant absolutely nothing to her.
Sitian climbed up from the carpet, ready to take the suitcase from beneath the cabinet.
Then she was tripped again by the man's outstretched foot.
This time she fell harder than before, biting her lip and glaring at him, "What do you mean?"
