Zhang Hongyang sneered coldly and plopped down on the sofa in the reception area, his face utterly shameless.
"What's a face? Hehe... Us, the ones messing around in officialdom, when have we ever truly cared about face? You say you want to divorce me, I won't, what can you do to me? Of course, if you want to leave, just bear me a child, then scram, I won't mind at all, hehe..."
"Zhang Hongyang, you're dreaming! I will never have a child for you! If you won't divorce, fine, I'll apply to the court. I need to go out, I don't have time to waste talking with you, please leave!"
Carrying her bag, Zhao Han had the air of someone trying to shoo away an annoyance.
Zhang Hongyang snorted coldly, "Go on then! I'll just lie here on the sofa for a while, I really drank too much at noon, and want to rest a bit. What, is that not allowed? In Yangzhou, can't the Zhang family's eldest son sleep in whatever office he wishes?"
"You..."