Not far from Yang Zi Xi, there was still a young man in a bathrobe standing.,Wang Heng's face lit up with delight, and he coughed twice before stepping forward. "Zi Xi, just go along with him and sign the divorce agreement. Marry me, and I promise to make you happy.",Actually, he could endure all of this, after all, he was just a failure. Yang Zixie was so outstanding, with a Harvard MBA degree, marrying him, such a loser, would make people laugh and she wouldn't be able to hold her head up. What humiliation could he possibly feel。