"Don't think I don't know what you're up to." Perhaps he had never let go of Wen Lan at all.
Lu Zhe gathered his hair, "Fine!"
He stepped back two steps, "Wait for the divorce, women who are as narrow-minded and unreasonable as you really annoy me."
Strictly speaking, a woman who has cheated does not deserve to be the future mistress of the Lu Family.
Lu Zhe left a harsh remark, snorted coldly, and left with a flick of his sleeves.
Li Haiqin staggered backwards, it was all over.
Her hands supported her on the couch in time, and her head was dizzy, barely steadying herself.
He actually wanted a divorce.
After enduring so many years and finally taking complete control of the Lu Group,
after the divorce, she wouldn't really gain any benefits.
The more Li Haiqin thought about it, the more resentful she became, and she went upstairs with a fixation.
But she didn't return to the master bedroom, instead, with her cellphone, she went to the balcony of the study.
