Don't Pester Your Cruel Ex-Husband

Putting the medium-rare steak on the table, watching the chilled red wine flowing with a faint light in the goblet, then lighting the candles, turning off the lights in the room, Zhuo Shengtao looked out the window with the light and shadow in the darkness, the corners of his thin lips slightly raised, he seemed to be in a good mood, with a hint of expectation in the lightness, he casually snapped his fingers, turned around and walked into the study. The study was also a quiet and dark room. The laptop was lying on the glass coffee table, the page glowing. He sat down, held the mouse in his thick palm and browsed the web in boredom. He glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the screen - 19:15, 5 minutes left...