Chapter 90

As soon as the door closed, Mo Feitong stood up from the sofa and approached the desk.

"What did that little mute send you?" He craned his neck, stared at the box, and teased, "Did she send you the divorce agreement?"

Blake, who was looking for an art knife, curled his fingers slightly when he heard the words. He inevitably thought of the words Jessica had written yesterday.

He frowned slightly. He stopped the art knife in his hand.

How dare that woman?

Mo Feitong looked at Blake, who was staring at the box but didn't move. His smile got even more sinister as he urged Blake with schadenfreude, "Open it quickly and see what it is."

Blake looked up and saw his smirk. He glanced at him coldly and asked, "Do you want to know?"

"Nonsense." If Blake was forced to sign the divorce agreement by that little mute, it would be the funniest joke of this year!

Blake looked at him coldly and then looked at Pei Xian. "Do you also want to know what's inside?"

Although Pei Xian was curious, he