Han Chen suddenly fell silent.

Zhou Mo waited for a while and asked, "Now it's your turn. How are you going to deal with me?"

Han Chen did not answer immediately, and there was still silence on the other end of the phone.

Zhou Mo was unwilling to wait and urged, "Hurry up. Don't say you haven't thought it through. I'll give you three seconds at most to think about it. Three... two..."

"Casa Hotel. Book a room."

Zhou Mo suddenly felt empty.

Did she hear it right?

She heard two unbearable words, right?

Zhou Mo glanced at the phone and confirmed that it was Han Chen's voice.

But she still couldn't believe it, "What... do you mean?"

Han Chen didn't answer, but asked coldly and provocatively: "Didn't you say you would let me deal with you? You don't dare?"

Zhou Mo was furious. "This isn't a question of whether or not you dare. It's about you. What are you thinking? No, I should ask, what do you think of me? You bring up this kind of thing so casually. Aren't you afraid of ruining your image as an angel in white?"

"Don't want to? That's fine if you don't want to. Then your request for an unconditional divorce is off the table. Let's change the punishment conditions."

"You!" Zhou Mo exploded. "You promised me that you could cooperate with me in getting a divorce. My conditions aren't excessive, right?"

After changing his mind, Zhou Mo asked again, "Han Chen, you don't want to regret and not divorce me, do you?"

Han Chen sneered, "Just understand, when I say no, I mean an unconditional divorce."

"Is there a difference?"

“I don’t want to take any more time off this quarter.”

Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment, "For the quarterly bonus?"

"What else?"