"Husband and wife?" Ling Cheng laughed twice. "Divorce, he's not for you."

Yi Qingchen's hand gripping the steering wheel could not help but tighten.

Chu Qiao handed him two paper towels without answering the question, "Throw you down with more mouths."

"Okay, Ah Chee, don't tease them any more. I've already booked your tickets for Flying S, and my luggage has been put in the trunk."

"Thank you." Ling Cheng patted his head. "What are you going to do next?"

"I don't think about it for a while. Let's take a break. It's time for us to relax after all these years of struggle."

"Well, if there's really no place...