Ke Zhibin truly admired Hen Nianzhen, whether for her beauty, her cunning mind, or her ruthless methods.
During the years they were together, he had never realized that his ex-wife was such a rational and intelligent woman; deep down, he felt an indescribable regret.
Hen Nianzhen furrowed her brows deeply, her tone irritable as she said, "Drop that fake expression, it's much more hypocritical than the straightforward look you had when you wanted me back then, it makes me want to vomit!"
Ke Zhibin awkwardly touched the tip of his nose and lowered his head, feeling guilty.
He did admire Hen Nianzhen, but more than that, he was wary of her, and there was a subtle sense of relief.
If Hen Nianzhen were still alive, he would have to live in constant fear every day, worrying about his own life and the future ownership of Yahuang Entertainment.
"Clap, clap, clap!!!"
The sound of applause arose abruptly.