Tang ZhiLuo thought this plan was feasible.
Now that their relationship was good, persuading him to divorce might be easier than when things weren't going well.
Suddenly, Tang ZhiLuo didn't find Mo Shiting all that detestable.
It was probably the kind of deep planning born out of a father's love for his son.
Although he had always opposed her, he hadn't used overly forceful methods. He simply wanted to pave the way for Mo Xun but didn't want Mo Xun to hate him.
"Young Mrs., dinner is ready," Mrs. Hua knocked on the door outside.
Tang ZhiLuo snapped out of her thoughts, packed up her things, and went to the study to call Mo Xun.
She pushed the door open and stepped in. He was standing by the window, looking at the Bugatti parked in the courtyard downstairs, his expression unreadable.
The faint scent of tobacco drifted to Tang ZhiLuo's nose, telling her he had smoked again.