Bei Yiyi's smile vanished in an instant, and she pointed towards the door once again, "Get out, now!!"
"...!!" Wu Yao's face darkened in a flash, his entire body radiating a cold fury.
Recently, whenever he thought of Bei Yiyi, he felt inexplicably annoyed and agitated.
He had never been so vexed by a woman before, and it had even started to affect his work.
Her face, that sad and desperate face full of tears... it kept flashing before his eyes.
Wu Yao thought, if he hadn't impulsively taken her away that night and sold her to a bar, she wouldn't have been forced to drink that kind of alcohol, and he wouldn't have lost control under her repeated provocations.
So, when it got down to it, the responsibility for what happened that night was his.
Moreover, during this time, Bei Yiyi had never shown up before him, never clung to him.
