"It probably has nothing to do with me, right?" Qiao Xiguan asked him.
"Wait for me a moment." The tone was still the same, somewhat domineering.
"Gu Zichen, I don't want to argue with you. I think even if we divorce, we can still be friends. As someone from the Dassoqi Group, I think maybe one day we could work together, so I don't want things to end badly. But that doesn't mean I can make unlimited compromises for you."
"I know." Gu Zichen said firmly, "Wait for me a bit longer."
"How clear do I need to be?" Qiao Xiguan was slightly angry.
Gu Zichen glanced towards the dining room, "You go there and eat, I'll talk with them, and we can leave after you finish eating."
Qiao Xiguan's eyes tightened a bit.
"Go on." Gu Zichen didn't seek Qiao Xiguan's approval at all, grabbing her arm and leading her towards the dining room.
The table was already full of dishes, so many that she, alone, probably couldn't even eat one-twentieth of it.
