Her gaze had become tinged with confusion at some point as she spoke in a slurred voice, "Hanchen, I want a divorce."
Zhao Hanchen stared at her in astonishment.
He took the wine glass from her hand and placed it in front of himself, making a judgment, "You're drunk."
"I'm not drunk; I'm very sober," Qiao Jingxue said with a bitter smile, suddenly changing the subject. "By the way, since it's my birthday, why is there no birthday cake?"
Zhao Hanchen turned his face to the side to look at the attendant and instructed him to go buy a cake and bring it back.
The man's profile had superior lines, sharp yet full of a passionate appeal, the kind of face that seemed extremely dangerous and extremely captivating.
No wonder she had been unable to forget him all these years.
Qiao Jingxue laughed at herself sarcastically.
Zhao Hanchen turned his head back and saw her indescribable smile.
He didn't say much, only remarking, "The cake will be here soon."