Feng Yan looked at the cross necklace on ye qingge's neck.
He was more qualified than anyone else to say this, because this woman was his.
Li beixiao suddenly narrowed his eyes. These words were like a blunt knife cutting his flesh. It was painful but not fatal.
Ye qingge opened her eyes in. daze. The light in the ward was. little glaring, and her throat hurt. water ...
Li beixiao's cold face entered her eyes. It was extremely dark.
"Little uncle ..." Ye qingge's eyes turned red instantly. She sobbed and felt wronged.
Feng Yan's body froze again when he heard this.
Just now, this woman had been talking in his arms and calling him little uncle. It made him want to kill someone ...
Li beixiao clenched his fists. He saw the grievance and fear in this woman's eyes. He hated himself for not being by her side and letting her go through that kind of thing.
