"Apart from divorcing me and not fulfilling the duties of a wife, everything else is possible," the man said with a smile, speaking generously.
An Ruo looked into his eyes, sensing that he was in a good mood today and quite indulgent towards her.
If she did not speak now, she would never have the chance.
"Can you let Yun Feixue go?"
Tang Yuchen's smile vanished instantly, and after looking at her for a few seconds, he said indifferently, "I'll give you a choice, either tell me the whereabouts of your father's shares, or let me let Yun Feixue go."
"I choose the latter."
The man suddenly laughed, his smile tinged with self-mockery and coldness, "You brought me a shirt today, and you painted for me, just to plead for her? Babe, didn't you say you had no ulterior motives?"