C88 Divorce

Five minutes later, Meng Qingge came out with her pregnancy test stick. She put it on the bedside table, took her cell phone and bag and headed out.

"What are you doing?" Ji Wanzhou quickly pulled her wrist, with a tone of anxiousness and guilt.

"Let go." Meng Qingge said lightly, her face expressionless.

He really hated the way she treated him with such indifference.

Really, I hate it