Loyal Husband, Be Gentle Please

"I don't know." An Hao sniffed, raised his hand to wipe his tears: "I really don't know."

As she spoke, she looked up into Xia Lan's eyes. "If it was you, what would you do?"

"Divorce, of course." Xia Lan didn't even think before blurting out. As soon as she said it, she felt that her attitude wasn't right and quickly explained, "I was just stating my own thoughts, that … Xi Yang has his obsession with cleanliness. Since he cares so much, even if you insist on not getting a divorce, you won't be happy. It's better to let him go, don't you think? "

"Yes." An Hao gave a neither light nor heavy grunt, and then sunk into silence, staring blankly for a good few seconds before softly saying: "Yes, you're right."

She was the one who should take responsibility. If Xi Yang really wanted a divorce, she would only be reasonable if she obediently agreed to it. She would never be seen as shameless.

However, the moment she thought of how she and Chen Xiyang would be separated forever, she couldn't take it anymore. It was impossible. She didn't need to think to know that she couldn't do it.

"Think about it carefully. I think it's better if you don't contact Xi Yang during this period of time. I'll give you guys some more time. When everyone has calmed down, we can talk about whether you want a divorce or not."

"Yes." An Hao nodded his head: "Clean us up and go to work."

Xia Lan was even more surprised: "You're already like this, you're still in the mood to work?"

An Hao bit the corner of his mouth as he laughed bitterly: "What if I don't go to work? Even if he really doesn't want me anymore, I still have to live on. "

She still wanted her grandma to live a better life. She couldn't wait for her to recover.

After the two of them packed up and changed, they left for work.

Before he could even reach the office building, An Hao saw Li Qingshan squatting on the front steps. He was clearly over a hundred years old, yet he looked like an old man about to leave.

She couldn't help but stop in her tracks. Remembering what she promised him a few days ago, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Just as she was hesitating on how she should go forward and greet him, Li Qingshan raised his head and looked towards her.

Separated by a hundred meters, An Hao clearly saw the pleasant surprise in his eyes.

She was just about to take a step forward when Li Qingshan had already walked over with quick steps. He stood in front of her and nervously smiled: "Journalist An, you came."

From a glance, it was obvious that he had stayed up all night. An Hao felt even more guilty: "Sorry, Uncle Li, I had matters to attend to yesterday so I didn't have the time to look for that girl called Valen. I should have called to inform you that I had been negligent, sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay." Hearing her say this, Li Qingshan's hanging heart finally relaxed. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief as he explained uneasily: "I thought …" You don't care about me anymore. "

"How could that be? Since I've promised you, I won't go back on my word."

Li Qingshan pursed his lips and nodded, his eyes filled with tears, he was silent for two seconds, then remembered that he could not delay An Hao any longer, and raised his eyes and smiled: "Alright, journalist An, I will not disturb you at work, if there is any news, just remember to call me, I will also … He's trying his best to find clues. "

An Hao nodded his head and said okay, but Li Qingshan continued to say a few words of thanks before leaving in large strides.