Zou Xiaoling turned pale.
Yu Chunyu had just courageously run off.
She truly could no longer guarantee that Yu Chunyu would agree to marry Chiang Baohe as foolishly as before.
This matter was not so simple.
That being said, Chiang Baohe would not easily agree to a divorce?
Had he been deceiving her with the promises he made earlier?
"Moreover, I think this is actually quite good. We are already married, and talking about divorce doesn't sound good. That Yu might even want a dowry or something at that time, and I can't be bothered with the hassle."
Chiang Baohe suddenly smiled at her, "Otherwise, let's just leave it at that."
"Chiang Baohe, what do you mean by 'let's just leave it at that'?" Zou Xiaoling's heart sank heavily.
"That's exactly what I mean. You are still my wife. When there's nothing else, you just arrange for me to meet that Yu, and as long as I have this thing, she won't dare refuse."
A thunderous roar exploded in Zou Xiaoling's mind.