As she continued talking, her voice choked up with a feeling of injustice and sadness welling up in her heart. Biting her lip, she shot him a glance filled with anger. She was really exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open. She had no energy to bicker with this despicable man!
She regretted not just letting him burn with the fever. If he had died from it, she could've found someone else like Lin Hanfeng, who seemed decent enough.
Ye Junqing, stunned, caught her in action, forcefully pulled her back into his embrace. "What did you say? For me? What for me?"
Ye Xingguang refused to respond. She tried to push him away, then kick him when that didn't work. Ye Junqing held her tightly, "Explain yourself clearly!"
