Liu Zhizhong had not received a reply from Lu Yuqing and was really losing patience.
And Zhao Yan soon sent a voice message over WeChat, "Weren't you supposed to be here in a little while? Why is it taking so long?"
Liu Zhizhong couldn't be bothered to reply to the message. He just had to forcibly stabilize his emotions, adjust his mindset, and walked briskly toward his wife's car.
He had made up his mind!
Since you've been cold to me for years, and you're going to leave me anyway, why should I care about your feelings?
Worst case scenario, I won't be able to sleep with you anymore. That's a bit regrettable, that's all.
From now on, I, Liu Zhizhong, will never grovel before you, Zhao Yan. Without you, I'm not without women.
Of course, about the divorce, haha, that's a different story to discuss.
Soon, he reached Zhao Yan's BMW.
Zhao Yan was still inside the cockpit, browsing through her tablet, looking at some sort of data report.