Lu Hualiang, "..."
He grabbed a pen to calculate the area of the shadow in Director Lu's heart.
The genuine confession was met with disbelief; his heart was about to rot from the sting.
"Why don't you believe it?"
Lu Hualiang leaned forward, drawing closer and closer.
Xia Weibao continuously leaned back until she was against the armrest, with nowhere to retreat.
"Lu... Director Lu, please step back."
"You haven't answered my question yet."
As his face drew nearer and their lips were about to touch, Xia Weibao became frantic.
Just as Lu Hualiang was about to kiss her, she closed her eyes and jerked her head away.
His lips brushed the corner of hers and landed on her cheek.
A hint of disappointment flashed in Lu Hualiang's eyes.
"Why don't you believe we are husband and wife?"
"Just a pretend husband and wife, and it was you who made me sign the divorce agreement."
Pew!
A tiny arrow of sorrow shot through Director Lu's little heart.