Just as Ji Yiran was feeling triumphant, Liu Jiao couldn't help but snort with disdain.
"If she really wanted to leave, why didn't she take her bag with her?"
Upon hearing these words, Ji Yiran immediately looked towards the sofa.
Sure enough, although Li Manshu had gotten up, her bag was still on the sofa.
In the living room, after Li Manshu had left the sofa, she slowly made her way to the window.
Her face flushed with shame and anger, she drew the curtains closed.
As the light in the living room dimmed, she turned around, hesitated slightly, and then walked towards Ye Fei.
Under Ji Yiran's astonished gaze, Li Manshu came before Ye Fei and knelt on the floor with a thump.
"Ye Fei, I'm with you now. Can you really take care of the Ma Family?"
Liang Huiyun, who had been keeping a stern face, chuckled and lifted Manshu's chin with her hand.
"Manshu, still calling him Ye Fei? You know what you should call him, don't you?"
