"No, the evidence must be conclusive. Mr. Fu can't provide proof of whether he did this at the time, and he can't refute himself. What if he was wrongly accused?"
The staff is very persistent.
"..."
Zhuo Jian was silent, her mood gradually sinking.
Ouyang Ping once told her about this problem, but she still had luck.
Now, whether the divorce can be obtained or not depends entirely on Fu Yanye.
She looked up at Fu Yanye, hoping that he would take back the initiative and propose a firm idea of divorce.
"Even if she does whatever it takes to get a divorce, I admit it and go through the divorce procedures for us."
"I'm afraid that's not possible."
"Wang Rui."
When Fu Yanye heard the staff member's voice of disapproval, he called Wang Rui without saying a word.
Wang Rui opened the door and came in. Fu Yanye said softly: "Take Tiantian away."
Wang Rui nodded and took Chengtian away.
The door was closed again.
"You told me you can't? What qualifications do you have? Just do it if I ask you to do it."
Fu Yanye was imposing and absolutely compulsive.
"I'm really sorry, but this is the rule unless..."
"Unless what?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian sat in the chair, holding the armrests of the chair nervously with both hands.
Because Fu Yanye kicked the desk out.
Along with the desks being kicked out, there were also staff members.
The staff member turned pale with fright, got up, and held up the chair. It seemed that he had never experienced such a thing before, and he was still calm: "Mr. Fu, please don't get angry first. I am doing this for your own good. If you still insist on getting a divorce, we will
We also need to visit the families of both parties to confirm that the other party is truly irretrievable before we can determine the divorce."
"I said I want a divorce, but you don't understand? What's your job number?"
Fu Yanye said as he took out his mobile phone and looked for the phone number.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him, then at the staff.
The staff obediently reported their name and job number.
Zhuo Jian sat there without moving, just listening quietly.
Things are not under control.
"never mind."
Zhuo Jian whispered.
The staff looked up at her.
Fu Yanye also stopped to look for her phone number to see her.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head, pressed his fingers hard and smiled bitterly.
Fu Yanye threw his phone to the ground in frustration: "We must get a divorce today."
"Mr. Fu..."
"Others still think that I, Fu Yanye, want to drag you away, but I, Fu Yanye, am not so shameless."
Perhaps the staff was too calm, and Fu Yanye's tone also calmed down in Hongyu.
Zhuo Jian reflexively looked up at him, knowing that he was talking about her.
"Then how can we go through the formalities?"
Zhuo Jian patiently asked the staff again.
"We will talk to your family and friends."
the staff said.
Zhuo Jian nodded: "Okay, let's do this for now. I'm sorry just now."
She got up.
"Zhuo Jian."
Fu Yanye stopped her with an angry look.
Zhuo Jian stopped, but didn't look back.
"You're just going to leave like that?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
Zhuo Jian remained silent, raised her legs and walked out.
What else can I do if I don’t leave?
They won't do it for them.
"if not?"
she asked him weakly.
What he did just now was really not that good.
"Don't you want a divorce? Now that I've granted you permission, you want to leave?"