"It was my greatest sacrifice to agree to marry Ling Mufeng. This time, no matter what, I will not be at his mercy." Ye Zhiqiu said firmly.
"Okay...I'll wait for you."
Qin Yishu said, taking out a key from his pocket.
"This is my house on the side of the Third Ring Road in the West District of Shangcheng, 302, Building 4, Zhen'an Community."[
"If you don't want to live at home one day, and you are afraid of meeting Ling Mufeng when you rented a house, and you are embarrassed to come here, so go there."
Ye Zhiqiu took it and nodded: "Thank you, Yishu."
"Is it necessary to say thank you between us?"
Qin Yishu smiled and took out a small suitcase that had been packed long ago.
"You go, remember to call me, I will miss you."
Ye Zhiqiu nodded.
Before leaving, Qin Yishu couldn't help but ask for a little bit of a glamorous look on her soft lips, and then he held her hands downstairs with satisfaction.
Below, Qin Junior looked at his son and had a smile on his face inadvertently.
Then, Ye Zhiqiu got on the Ye family's private car, Lincoln, and left the Qin family.
She sat in the last row, next to Ye Jingrong.
The father and daughter were silent all the time, and neither spoke—
When he arrived at Ye’s house, Ye Jingrong ordered his servants to prepare a room for her and clean up the things in the suitcase.
Afterwards, call her upstairs.
The door closes.
Ye Jingrong stood by the window and looked at her daughter who was far away from her, and she was filled with mixed feelings for a moment.
After a long time, he spoke: "Do you really want to divorce Ling Mufeng?"
"yes."
There was no trace of hesitation, and Ye Zhiqiu gave the answer very affirmatively.
"Hey, my father thought that Ling Mufeng just loved to play a little, but he didn't expect..."[