An Ning's heart tightened.
Dong Jing continued, "I'll give you two days. If you don't take the initiative to divorce, then I'll release the news. As for how you want to deal with me, I'll be ready to accompany you to the end."
After speaking, Dong Jing hung up the phone.
In an instant, An Ning fell into confusion, even though the room's temperature was clearly high.
But she was shivering with cold, her whole body curled up.
When Yu Jingchen, who had just showered in the study, walked into the room, he saw An Ning hugging her knees, with her chin resting on them.
He walked towards her. "What's wrong?"
An Ning shook her head. "Nothing."
Then she fell back into deep thought.
Lies, they're always lies, there will always be a day they are exposed.
And then what's left, various kinds of helplessness, full of holes, ugliness.
Yu Jingchen's palm fell on her forehead. "What's wrong? Do you have a fever? Why are you so cold?"
