"Xiaxia, where have you been this past month?"
After all, Mr. Fu had almost gone crazy looking for her, phoning the Sheng Family every three or five days to ask if there was any news of her.
Sheng Youxia's hand gently clenched. Where had she gone?
She hadn't gone anywhere; she was still in this city. It's just that she dared not contact anyone, nor did she know who to contact.
Now, seeing her safely seated here, no one knew of the sleepless nights she had endured, filled with dread and fear.
"Dad, I was just busy for a while."
This excuse wouldn't fool anyone. Sheng Xiuming's face turned displeased. "Even if you were busy, you should have answered your phone, right?"
That hand on her shoulder was still there, and Sheng Youxia could feel it tightening its grasp.
She lowered her head, took hold of Fu Shilv's wrist, and then pulled his hand away.
"Dad, I want a divorce; I've been avoiding him for the past month."