"Auntie, can I see Xinyi?" Ye Xiong asked.
"Xinyi said she doesn't want to see you, you can leave now."
"Auntie..."
Ye Xiong's voice trailed off, his expression pitiful.
"Don't play the sympathy card with me, I'm telling you, it doesn't work on me," Yang Yueru glared at him with a look of indignation, angrily said, "Tell me, what did Xinyi do wrong to you?"
"She didn't do anything wrong, it's me who wronged her," Ye Xiong weakly replied.
"I could accept you being fickle, but how could you divorce her? Do you have any idea how many men wanted to pursue her and couldn't, and here you are, actually divorcing her."
Yang Yueru grew angrier as she thought about it, her ample chest heaving violently with every breath.
So big, although he had seen them before, they were still imposing on a second glance.
Ye Xiong wished he could slap himself, what was he thinking at a time like this, his eyes still so uncontrolled.
