Ye Zhaoyu's facial expression changed slightly.
Tong Simeng grew anxious, and couldn't help lamenting, "I don't know why you all dislike me so much! Why are you maliciously speculating about me! Do you really not think that your behavior is highly inappropriate? One Ye Bingtong has already been driven to a dead end by you, and now, are you going to push me to a dead end too?"
With her eyes reddened, Tong Simeng looked at Ye Zhaoyu, "Zhaoyu, do you really see me this way? If I had known that coming home with you would lead to such misunderstandings, I would never have set foot in the Ye Family's home."
Ye Bolin let out a cold laugh, "Then I'm afraid you'll need to trouble your precious self to move your legs."
Tong Simeng was at a loss for words.
She looked toward the rest of the Ye Family, who all had icy expressions.
Tong Simeng just didn't understand.
In the past, no matter what mistakes she made, a simple apology seemed to suffice, didn't it?
