Jiang Bei sat on the bench in pain and covered his eyes.
Nothing had changed. Xu Xinrong's cold gaze did not linger on him as she left while holding her daughter. Her daughter was crying.
All of this made it difficult for Jiang Bei to breathe, and his chest felt like it was burning.
Even though he had been very tired these past few days, he always felt that he could persist.
That night when Xu Xinrong covered him with a blanket, it made Jiang Bei feel that he was about to succeed. If he worked hard, he would definitely be able to save his family.
But when he told her about what happened today, Xu Xinrong's disdain for him reappeared.
It was not a misunderstanding. It was what he had made her feel all these years.
He was a lying scumbag!
It was useless trying to explain himself, as Xu Xinrong did not want to listen to him.
The image of him as a scumbag would not be destroyed overnight.
