Right, divorce.
Qiao Yin regained consciousness, her mind becoming active again.
After he had slept with her that day, he coldly announced that he wanted a divorce right after coming out of the shower!
He still wants a divorce now, yet he was still kissing her, his hand even ventured under her skirt, intending to go further.
What did he think of her?!
The grievances, old and new, surged within Qiao Yin, sending a rush of blood to her head.
She raised her hand and landed a vicious slap on Lu Lingche's face!
"Smack!"
The crisp sound of the slap was particularly glaring in the quiet car.
The assistant driving in front wished he could become invisible at that moment so as to pretend he had no idea that their CEO had been slapped.
Lu Lingche halted, his gaze coldly turning to Qiao Yin, "Do you want to die?"
Qiao Yin's hair was a mess, her eyes red, "If you want to kill me, go ahead. I'd rather die than be humiliated by you!"