Zhang Chong hadn't expected Shen Xingru to have such an attitude, and he gripped the fruit knife hidden under his clothes a bit tighter.
Shen Xingru no longer had any interest in dealing with company documents. Once she confirmed that Zhang Chong was downstairs in the company building, she took her ID card, household registration book, marriage certificate, and after notifying her secretary Xiaoru, she left the CEO's office in her high heels.
Taking the elevator down, she had already spotted the BMW driven by Zhang Chong.
Zhang Chong got out of the car, looked at Shen Xingru, and said, "Xingru, I still love you very much, can't we just have a proper talk?"
"What is there to talk about?"
Seeing Zhang Chong's sickly appearance made her feel disgusted, and now she didn't even want Zhang Chong to touch her.
"Do you really want a divorce?"
"If not a divorce, what else do you want?"
Shen Xingru asked.