"It was my fault." An Qi held her hand with pity on his face, "Ana, I shouldn't have forced you to divorce. I hope you can live your life as you want and don't worry about your parents' death anymore. I hope You can be freed. Miao, if you like Dong Yihang, don't have any scruples."

The coconut milk in An Wen's hand was squeezed out onto the table unconsciously and wet her pants.

"Why are you so careless?" An Qi asked her to wipe her pants with a tissue.

An Wen felt ...