Qiao Aimin switched to slippers and sat down opposite mother and daughter, his gaze first lingered on Qiao Xiaowan's face for a moment, he sighed, then looked at Lian Qinghua: "Are we really getting a divorce?"
"Did your dad call?" Lian Qinghua asked.
Qiao Aimin shook his head: "No, this kind of thing, you can't ask for it."
Lian Qinghua nodded grimly: "Fine, then let's divorce. Just to be clear, when the time comes that you beg me to come back, don't blame me for not giving you face."
"I'll prepare the divorce agreement. Since the decision to divorce has been made, let's get it done while I'm still in Beijing," Qiao Aimin said, standing up to walk to the study.
Qiao Xiaowan hurriedly said, "Dad, I really don't want you and Mom to reach this point because of me. How about you two separate for a while and see how it goes?"
