The voices of disgust in the private room continued. Ye Beisheng could not bear it. "What right do they have to say that about you…"
Huo Xiting suddenly paused and looked back at her. "I don't care."
To him, no matter what nasty words people who had nothing to do with him said, he would not care.
The chefs from Northern Residence were very skilled. The dishes on the table were delicious, but Ye Beisheng was not in the mood to taste them.
Even though she had temporarily regained her sense of taste, she still felt bitter.
The current Old Master Xie, Miss Xie's father, did not care about Miss Xie or the child of his ex-wife, because his second wife was weak and lovely, and his daughter was obedient and clever.
Therefore, Xie Zhinian was like a speck of dust in his eyes.
