"Wait, Jing Xin, I also have something to tell you, one good news and one bad news. Which one do you want to hear?" Qu Tan'er, with a slightly flushed face, waved her hand joyfully and sat up straight. Before Jing Xin could finish speaking, she interrupted her.
"Good news," Jing Xin didn't even think before blurting out.
"It's that the bed in Mo Liancheng's bedroom now belongs to me, and I will move it over right away to avoid complications," Qu Tan'er chuckled, quite satisfied with the idea. However, thinking about the other thing she had to say dampened her mood: "As for the bad news, he saw through my pretense."
"What should we do?"
"What else can we do, just go with it. It's just that he refuses to write a divorce letter, and I'm out of options. But in the future, I won't have to pretend so hard in front of him, lest others think we are really easy to bully. Ah! What did you just want to tell me?" Qu Tan'er finished her piece and then remembered Jing Xin had something to say.