"Sis, don't be so angry, women who get angry tend to develop wrinkles."
Ye Yashi said looking at Ye Yaxin.
"Don't casually ask him to come back anymore."
Ye Yaxin said in a heavy voice before heading upstairs.
Upon reaching the upstairs room, Ye Yaxin closed the door, leaned slowly against it, and sat on the floor. She bowed her head, her expression filled with sorrow, conflict, and complexity.
"Why does my heart hurt so much?"
Ye Yaxin muttered to herself, her head hung low.
Xiao Yifeng left the villa with a sigh and took out his phone to look at Mo Shumei's number.
"This woman is really my bane!"
Xiao Yifeng shook his head helplessly.
"It seems this woman could really use some education!"
A glint flickered in Xiao Yifeng's eyes as he dialed Mo Shumei's number.
"My dear, why did you hang up just now?"
Mo Shumei's voice came up again.
"Where are you now?"
"I'm at the clubhouse, I miss you!"
Mo Shumei said in a coquettish tone.
"Wait for me!"
