He Xiyan stood there, biting her lower lip to bleed.
Sometimes she blinked her eyes to press down her emotions.
She then stepped forward and suddenly grasped Xia Yuwei on her shoulder, without much pressure, though.
"Name it, how much is enough for you to leave Yixuan?" she asked with a hint of anger.
She's no moron. She knew this woman had been playing the victim from the beginning.
Xia Yuwei ducked a little like she was intimidated but failed to bite down the scorn off her lip.
"I'm sorry, sister He, but I'm not leaving Yixuan. I won't allow my child to be born out of wedlock, and Yixuan wants it, too.'
She had to pull her lips tight to scale down the complacent air on her face. And she clearly led the topic to the child on purpose – she knew that He Xiyan was incapable of conception and she had to stick it to her.
