Jun Mochan stroked his chin with two fingers: "That's faster than I expected."
"At this rate, it wouldn't be long before Ye Tianjiao and Gao Han get divorced," Ye Ranran clapped her hands together.
Should she celebrate by setting off a firecracker when the time comes?
Jun Mochan's expression turned somewhat dangerous: "Are you that eager to see them divorced?"
"Of course. I dream of seeing Ye Tianjiao divorce Gao Han, the Ye family going bankrupt, and kicking them out," Ye Ranran sounded unaffected by her husband's words and was speaking her mind.
"Ye Ranran, I am surprised to see you so persistent. Are you still clinging to the past with him?"
Ye Ranran stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "What nonsense are you talking about? Which one of your eyes sees me still clinging to the past?"
"Then why are you hoping for their divorce?" Within Jun Mochan's dark pupils shimmered ripples that were like sunshine casting on a lake, scattering multiple colors, mesmerizing people.