Qin Juan of course knew the man in front of her was Zhang Wenbin.
Even if the man in front of her had become thin and old, even a bit shabby.
But so what?
She would recognize this family even if they turned to ash.
"We are already divorced, I have nothing to do with you, let go, if you don't, I will call for help."
The word "divorce" struck Zhang Wenbin like a heavy hammer. He stared firmly at the woman in front of him, showing no sign of letting go.
"Juanzi, I was wrong, it was all my fault in the past, I didn't treat you well, can you forgive me?"
Zhang Wenbin's eyes measured the woman before him inch by inch.
He hadn't seen her for almost two years. In two years' time, the woman before him not only hadn't aged but had become even more beautiful.
It seemed as if heaven had favored her specially, with her fair face, rosy complexion, and jet-black hair, even her lips were a healthy, full color.
