And Xu Ziqing, being pointed out and scolded by name, felt her usually composed fingertips trembling uncontrollably, her face flushing various shades of purple and green with anger.
If it had been any other woman, with thinner skin, she would have already covered her mouth, crying as she ran away, vowing to escape far far away upon seeing Ye Che. But stubbornly, after Xu Ziqing was brutally humiliated by Ye Che, she repeatedly reminded herself not to get angry, not to get angry.
Ye Che was deliberately trying to drive her away. If she couldn't even bear this slight grievance, how could she be the Young Mistress of the Ye Family in the future?
When Xia Weiyi had been around, hadn't Ye Che also brazenly kept a whole bunch of women on the side, causing her embarrassment?
With this thought, Xu Ziqing managed to hold back the tears that were on the verge of falling, cast Ye Che a look full of unspeakable grievance, then obediently took a seat on the sofa, not daring to speak anymore.
