Here we go again with the topic of remarriage.
Jiang Zhixun's tense nerves were struck, and he was visibly upset.
"Who?"
Even though Chen Shaojie couldn't see his expression, he could tell from his tone that Jiang Zhixun was probably gritting his teeth.
He couldn't help but feel a little schadenfreude.
Holding the phone receiver, he shook his leg, his posture both roguish and provoking.
What he said was even more infuriating, "That's what you get for not treating Miss Shen well, showing her that attitude the other day. Now you're anxious, but it's too late!"
Jiang Zhixun didn't want to listen to nonsense.
He only wanted to know if someone was trying to pursue Shen Qingqing.
And what Shen Qingqing was thinking.
Their divorce certificate hadn't even cooled yet; she wouldn't accept another man so quickly, would she?
Jiang Zhixun was unsure.
They had been separated for three years, and she had changed; he couldn't look at Shen Qingqing in the same old way.
