Maybe it's because I don't care anymore, so I'm not angry anymore.
"You can think it over slowly, but starting tomorrow, you have to move out of this house."
"Don't even think about my house; a loan is never going to happen."
"If you want to go through a divorce to claim my house," Zhuo Qiaoqing sneered, "then this lawsuit could drag on for two or three years, and by then, Wei Yue probably won't need the treatment money."
Ran Zhengfeng couldn't believe the cold and ruthless woman in front of him was his wife, who could turn a blind eye to a living being.
"Qiaoqing, how did you become like this?"
"Thanks to you, the great philanthropist," Zhuo Qiaoqing said coldly. She also felt Ran Zhengfeng was a stranger; was this how he saw her?
After more than ten years, who was lying next to her all this time? It was only today she saw it clearly.
