Xin Yimo wiped away her tears, turned back to look at her husband and children, her eyes full of pride.
"Qi Zhang, do you still want to divorce me?"
Even now, Qi Zhang still hadn't completely recovered from the panic, his face pale. Upon hearing Xin Yimo's questioning, his expression was inconsistent, and he mockingly said, "You treat him like a son, does he treat you like a mother?"
"You're brave enough to talk back to me!" Xin Yimo became furious, "When Xiao Ye was here, you didn't dare say a word."
Qi Zhang was not willing to show weakness, "Ji Xinghuo is Ji Xinghuo, you are you."
"Heh..."
Xin Yimo sneered, "If you, Qi Zhang, are really a man, try saying that in front of Xiao Ye!"
Qi Zhang's eyes dodged, he didn't dare.
Earlier, when Ji Xinghuo warned him, that terrifying feeling made him think he was about to die, he had never been so afraid in his life.
