629, you asked me to think about it carefully.

Han Qianqian sneered coldly, "If I didn't take your phone, would you have Shi Yuhuan come trouble me?"

Song Qinghuan frowned at her, doing her best to sound resigned rather than angry, "What exactly do you want to do? Why don't you just say it?"

She did not believe that Han Qianqian would go down in flames with her.

Yet, it was entirely possible that, after arguing with her, Han Qianqian would angrily abandon her.

Out in the bitter cold, as a pregnant woman standing there was tiring and dispiriting enough.

If she had to walk back alone, so cold, or walk to a place where she could hail a car, it would only add to her misery.

Han Qianqian said, "I've already told you, I want you to divorce Shi Yuhuan."