C502 Simo Is Dead

"Tomorrow, do you want to marry Musheng?" Jian Ruowei frowned and looked at Hee Ming'er.

... "I just want to divorce him." Hee Ming'er did not answer Jian Ruowei's words and looked at her own fingers in a daze.

"I will not divorce." Tu En stood at the door with a bowl of red dates porridge in his hands. His face was filled with endless coldness. Jian Ruowei had never seen such a Tu En before