Ye Ling took the towel and walked back to the bedroom. She saw Sheng Junlie lying on the sofa and was trembling with anger.
"Sheng Junlie, why do you have to humiliate me like this and make me feel embarrassed? If you like Jian Yunxi, you can ask for a divorce, and I will sign it without hesitation. I wish you both a happy life. But why do you have to treat me like this? You don't like me, but you want to torture me by keeping me by your side. Am I really that unforgivable?"
Ye Ling's eyes became redder and redder. She held the towel as if she was holding Sheng Junlie's neck and finally threw the towel on his face with all her strength.
Sheng Junlie was hit by the towel and woke up. The soft and strange feeling on his face made him sit up with a "thud" and pull the thing off his face. At the same time, he heard the sound of the heavy door closing.
