The dining table was laden with various delicacies, many of which Bai Yiran had never even seen before. Leng Yichen pulled out a chair for Bai Yiran to sit down and poured her a glass of red wine.
"I'm not drinking anymore." Bai Yiran knew well that alcohol was not a good thing.
Leng Yichen smiled and didn't say anything, poured himself a glass of wine, and sat down, "Eat."
Bai Yiran looked at the table full of delicacies but had no appetite to eat; all she wanted now was to make it quick.
"Let's get a divorce!"
Clang!
Leng Yichen put the wine glass back on the table, the bottom of the glass clinking against the cutlery,
Silence...
Oppression...
Bai Yiran's breathing became somewhat rapid; this atmosphere made her feel uncomfortable, as if a cold chill was striking her from all directions, making her shiver involuntarily.
"Say it again." Leng Yichen's tone was calm, but Bai Yiran could clearly hear the fury beneath that flat tone.
