She deliberately emphasized the words "my husband," pronouncing each word clearly and distinctly.
A cold glint flashed across Huo Jingting's eyes from the depths of his soul, and then slowly, he loosened his grip.
His lips curled into a slight smirk, but he didn't say anything else, merely responding with one word: "Fine."
Gu Nanqiao withdrew her hand, called her secretary Song, and left without looking back, showing no sign of reluctance.
Huo Jingting watched her departing figure, his mind buzzing with noise. The phrase "my husband" she had just uttered felt like a poisoned dagger, thrust mercilessly into his chest.
The smile at the corner of his mouth gradually turned cold. Gu Nanqiao, do you still remember who it was that said at the age of seventeen, "I will marry no one but you"?
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At 8 pm, the nightlife was just beginning. Neon lights cast a hazy glow over the bustling city.