Song Zhen couldn't believe what he was hearing and stared at the other person, "Song Enshuo, do you even have a heart? She was your wife, the woman who shared your bed and cared for you for over a decade!"
Song Enshuo wore an aggrieved expression, "That's exactly why I'm so sad and upset, which is why I want to deal with all her things, to avoid being reminded and getting emotional!"
Song Zhen, "Then why don't you move out? The whole Song Family mansion is filled with memories of you and Yue Meiqi together, why don't you move out?"
Song Enshuo, "I was planning on moving out. I've already asked the housekeeper to pack up, and I'll be staying at a hotel when I go back tonight. I won't stay in the old mansion!"
Song Zhen, "..."
His gaze on Song Enshuo was sharp and cold.
Such a look, like ice in the depths of winter, made Song Enshuo both scared and guilty.
But he forced himself to hold up and didn't show it.