"I don't like discussing personal matters," Xiao Ye said coldly.
"Just because you don't like it doesn't mean I won't talk," Qiao Xiguan said word by word, "Between Yao Beidi and Leilei, you can only choose one, though I actually hope you choose Leilei."
Xiao Ye frowned.
"You are not a good man, but Yao Beidi is a good woman. I really don't want to see such a delicate flower like Yao Beidi stuck in your pile of cow dung. I also can't understand how Yao Beidi could waste so many years on you, what exactly made her love you so deeply and painfully," Qiao Xiguan said.
Xiao Ye's face grew darker and darker.
"They say a woman can only find an eighty-year-old after divorce, but a man can find an eighteen-year-old. I think even if Yao Beidi were to find an eighty-year-old, he would be better than you," Qiao Xiguan continued.
Xiao Ye's face looked unbearably ugly.
