He walked into the room, soon confronted with Han Qing's resentful eyes.
"Ye Hao..." Han Qing shouted, as if for fear that others couldn't hear her.
Ye Hao ignored her and walked directly past her towards the living room.
"Ye Hao, do you hear me?"
Han Qing's face turned blue with anger, the blue tendons on her neck bulging out one by one.
Ye Hao came to the living room and soon noticed Han Xue who was crying there.
Han Xue was still crying. Her eyes were swollen as if they couldn't open. At this time, she cried like a pear blossom with rain, looking quite poor. However, the man in front of her would not pity her any more.
"What are you dissatisfied with? Say it yourself." Ye Hao went over and stood in front of Han Xue, looking down at the woman with cold eyesight. He no longer held any feelings toward this woman. To a person he didn't love, he couldn't even pretend.
Han Xue didn't reply. She was still crying, even more loudly.
