Mu Yiliang let out a long breath, completely giving up the last shred of hope in her heart.
"You just want me to divorce Yan Sijue, right? As long as you can make it happen, I'll have no objection."
Mr. Mu's face turned visibly pale: "Divorce? You want to divorce Yan Sijue?"
"So you can make way for your younger daughter, isn't that it?" Mu Yiliang sneered, completely abandoning her previous meekness.
After all, since Yan Sijue had already seen through her facade, there was no need for her to continue pretending to be the obedient daughter in front of her parents.
"What do you mean make way? What nonsense are you talking?" He looked agitated, and after turning his head to see the mother and daughter sitting on the sofa, he suddenly understood something.
"Su Qin, what's going on here?" he asked his wife.
Mei Suqin said nonchalantly, "I think it's better to let Yixun marry over there."
"What? It's you who did this?" Mr. Mu's face changed dramatically.
