"Snap," Su Yaogeng slapped Han Siqu across the face, barely restraining the urge to really beat him to death.
She took a deep breath, she really didn't want to argue with him, but what exactly did he want?
"What? Did I hit the nail on the head and now you're furious?" Han Siqu spat out a mouthful of blood, laughing out loud: "Let me tell you, Su Yaogeng, don't even think about it, don't even think about divorcing me! Not a chance! I, Han Siqu, would rather hang in the Princess Mansion, just to make you lose face for a lifetime!"
Su Yaogeng had known Han Siqu for so many years, one could say they practically grew up together. Although he wasn't as outstanding and attention-grabbing as Han Si Que, he had always been gentle and well-mannered. When and how did he turn into such a rogue and scoundrel?
Hang in the Princess Mansion, as if he could come up with such an idea!
