The incident from yesterday had etched a deep brand in Ou Lan's heart, and her assessment of Zhan Moxiao was fixed in place; he was indeed a devil.
No matter the cause, no matter the reason, he had placed himself in the position of a devil.
This event made her see clearly that he was not her good husband, and she could not possibly live with such a man.
Her world was originally too ordinary, forcibly dragged into his world, she temporarily lost her sense of direction under his seemingly gentle but poisonous advances—fortunately, she had now come to her senses.
Looking at the man's seemingly pained, regretful, and self-reproaching expression, she laughed coldly, "Zhan Moxiao, let's get a divorce."
If there's no trust left in a marriage, why bother to maintain it?
A man who claimed to like her, yet because of such a misunderstanding, he didn't personally seek her out to question her, to give her a chance for a normal explanation, he just heartlessly punished her.
