The figure of Mo Jun's night appears very quickly. Shen Xintong's eyes are bright, and he walks quickly. There is a moving glow in his raised eyes.

"Aye, that's great. I'm afraid you won't see me." Shen Xintong's face is still generous and decent, as she used to be.

It was Mojun who saw at night that her hand was clutching her skirt tightly, scratching the fabric.

"Ah Ye, are you angry? I know, this is a bad thing for our Shen family, we let you down, right? So, that's why you agreed to divorce, wasn't it?

In Shen Xintong's tone of voice, there was eagerness. Her brother said she...