Zuo An was sitting on the sofa, holding coffee in one hand and flipping through a fashion magazine with the other.
A slender figure walked in in a hurry.
"Zuo An, I have been looking for you in Australia for 10 days, and it turns out you are back." There was a slight anger in Ling Ang's pure eyes.
Zuo An's eyes drifted towards Ling Ang, looking at his long and straight body and sculptured face, his eyes filled with the same admiration as before.
She said softly: "Well, I'm too bored in Australia, so I just want to go back to China and have some fun."
Ling Ang looked at her closely with his dark eyes, threw a document on the table, and said coldly: "Sign it."
Zuo An's pretty face changed immediately, and then turned away, "I won't sign."
"Zuo An, do you think it's interesting for us to do this?"
She turned her head and looked at him quietly, with an invisible dull pain in her eyes.
After a long time, she said softly: "Ang, do you have to do this to me?"
There was no emotion in Ling Ang's eyes, "Why do you still ask me such a question to this day?"
Zuo An stood beside him, took his arm, and called him sadly, "Ang..."
Ling Ang pushed her hand away stiffly and said in a calm voice, "Don't waste your youth on me. Find a good family while you are still young."
Zuo An's tears were filled with passionate glimmers, "I don't want other men, I only want you."
A trace of helplessness appeared in Ling Ang's resolute eyebrows, "Zuo An, our marriage has been in name only for so many years. We have never been a real couple for a day. Don't you feel tired when you always pester me like this?
"
There was a faint desolation in Zuo An's eyes, "Tired, I feel so tired. Then can you see that I'm so tired and stop raising this issue?"
He turned back to look at her faintly, his tone as clear as a glass of water, "Zuo An, did you just meet me today?"
Zuo An's eyes fell weakly on his handsome face, thoughts swirling in his eyes.
For a moment, her eyes narrowed, and she said excitedly: "I won't sign it."
Ling Ang's eyes trembled slightly as he stared closely at her beautiful face, "Zuo An, don't forget what you promised me back then."
She looked directly at him, and said a little rogue: "So what if I promised you, I just won't sign it now."
Anger flashed across Ling Ang's face and his voice rose, "Zuo An, you don't keep your word."
Zuo An turned away and sat on the sofa, with a playful look on his face, "Yes, I just broke my word. I'm just a woman, so I broke my word. What's wrong?"
Ling Ang stood there stunned, looking at her like a knife, with darkness hidden in his eyes.
After a while, he turned and left.
Zuo An immediately stood up from the sofa and asked anxiously: "Ang, where are you going?"
Ling Ang seemed not to hear anything and strode out.
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As soon as he arrived at Jiang Li's home, Jiang Li saw him, his face full of anxiety and worry, "Ang, Aoshuang, she knows."
Ling Ang's eyes shrank, extremely nervous, "What did you say?"
"She knows about you and Zuo An."
There was endless confusion on his face, and he pressed Jiang Li's shoulders: "Where is she now?"
"I followed her after she went out. She went to her friend Mo Qi's place."
Ling Ang drove the car away like flying without saying a word.
He went to Mo Qi's house and banged on the door desperately.