Jian Xi unexpectedly touched Old Master Si's forehead. "Okay, Grandpa, stop pretending. Where do you feel feverish and uncomfortable?"
Old Master Si continued to feign illness, unwilling to open his eyes.
Jian Xi sighed. "Grandpa, I think I need to be honest with you about something."
Si Yuhuan's heart sank.
"Si Yuhuan and I have already agreed to divorce."
As soon as Jian Xi finished speaking, Old Master Si sprang up from the bed. "What did you say?"
He pointed at Si Yuhuan, his voice trembling with emotion. "Tell me, is what Xixi said true? Are you two divorced?"
The old man's voice was already hoarse.
Si Yuhuan's handsome face turned ice-cold in an instant.
Housekeeper Qi couldn't help but lower his head. He had guessed as much from online reports. Since Old Master Si never followed entertainment news or used his cellphone, the truth had been hidden from him for so long.
"Grandfather, I'm sorry, we are indeed divorced."
But I regret it.
