Seeing this, Ye Xiong knew that Yang Xinyi wasn't as indifferent as she appeared to be; deep down, she actually cared about Su Zhentian quite a bit. She just couldn't find a way to step down gracefully.
It looked like she needed an opportunity to accept Su Zhentian.
"Just kidding, what's with the excitement?" Ye Xiong laughed.
In her frustration, Yang Xinyi grabbed a pillow next to her and hurled it fiercely at him.
Ye Xiong had just caught the pillow when a stainless steel water cup smashed onto his head the next moment.
"Wife, are you trying to murder your husband and become a widow?" Ye Xiong touched his head and forced a smile.
The next day, Ye Xiong sat in the back of Yang Yueru's car with Yang Xinyi, heading to the airport to catch a flight.
When boarding the plane, Yang Yueru waved to them with a look of lingering resentment directed at Ye Xiong.
Ye Xiong heaved a sigh of relief internally, grateful he had managed to keep his integrity intact.
