Su Beibei raised her hand, wiped away the tears on her face, and said through gritted teeth, "Don't get too happy now, Jincheng will divorce you sooner or later!"
Su Beibei thought these words would enrage Su Yin, but encountering her smile and silent gaze, she suddenly felt like a ridiculous clown.
"The more you act like this, the less I want to divorce. How about that? Although I always feel scumbags and cheap women should be locked away, what should I do if I don't want to give you that satisfaction?"
"You...!"
The anger surged in her eyes as she lifted a hand and pointed fiercely at Su Yin, "Su Yin! Don't be so despicable, don't you know that a melon forced from the vine isn't sweet?"
"Sweet or not, I can accept it because I can see your suffering."
"Su Yin!!!" Su Beibei was about to explode, her chest heaving, but Su Yin just casually curled her lips, "As long as I disagree to divorce, as long as I don't proceed with the divorce, don't even dream about it."