"And what does my getting a divorce have to do with you?"
The moment she spoke, Su Wanqing seemed to realize something. Her gaze grew somber as she looked at Wen Ci, carefully studying her face. 'She's so fair-skinned and beautiful.'
But as far as she knew, Huo Jingyuan's wife was from Beijing.
At the hospital, she'd never heard Wen Ci speak with a Beijing accent, and Wen Ci didn't look like someone who had grown up in a military family compound.
She looked more like a country girl from some rural village.
"You're lying to me?"
Wen Ci chuckled. "What's in it for me if I lie to you?"
Su Wanqing released Xue Li's hand. A ripple of emotion stirred in her eyes as she dropped her pitiful act and stared directly at Wen Ci.
"Then I really must advise you to divorce Brother Huo."
Wen Ci laughed. "You really have no shame."
