"I'm going to give Ruoruo a perfect wedding, so you have to leave!" Ye Beichen leaned against the sofa, languid and cold. Wu Jin was as cold as stone sculpture, his face again indifferent.,Han Qiao's hands trembled, as if she had fallen into an ice cave. "Just because you came back, you want to divorce me Do you think marriage is a child's play",As the heir to Hong Kong's leading financial group, he could do anything he wanted. Who in this city would dare stand against him。