Could it be that Xiang Yimo thought the same way?
Was his coldness because he wanted a divorce, but felt too awkward to bring it up?
Zhong Lingling's hand trembled, and the spoon actually fell to the ground.
At that moment, Xiang Yimo came out having changed his clothes.
Wang Shan heard the footsteps and quickly stood up. "Cousin, let's go!"
Xiang Yimo didn't speak and walked straight toward the door.
He didn't look in the direction of the dining hall again.
Watching Xiang Yimo and Wang Shan walk out of the hall, Zhong Lingling really couldn't stand it anymore.
She suddenly got up, walked around the table, out of the dining hall, and followed Xiang Yimo and Wang Shan.
Zhong Lingling stretched out her arms, blocking their path.
Xiang Yimo and Wang Shan were stopped by Zhong Lingling, pausing in their steps.
He furrowed his brows and said coldly, "What?"
