"So you think I'm a bad woman who targets her sister, she is an angel, and I'm the devil, right?"
A trembling female voice, trying to control its emotions, drifted from behind, halting Ya Chen's steps.
He hadn't expected her to still seek humiliation, and he turned around, "If you insist on putting it that way, then sure, Jiayi indeed is an angel in my eyes. Anyone who makes her unhappy, anyone who makes her sad, is a devil."
That year, when she had pulled him from the pool, she had become his angel.
This remark, considering she was Jiayi's sister, was not named directly, was not too harsh, and still left some dignity for Chu Xinyue.
But it was a serious warning to Chu Xinyue. No one should think of harming her or scheming against her.
Watching Ya Chen prepare to leave with his wheelchair, Chu Xinyue felt her eyes redden, and she blurted out in desperation:
"You want to marry her just because she saved you in the pool a few years ago, right?"
Ya Chen was taken aback.
