"Teacher, why did you marry that despicable scoundrel?" he said, his words tinged with clenched teeth, stubbornly seeking an answer.
Ye Liangyan stared at his young, angry face and sighed softly, "Business marriage, you understand."
Song Bohui was almost yelling, "But he's a bad guy! He destroyed my family! Aren't you afraid that such a cruel and cold-hearted person will abandon you in the future?"
With a gentle smile, Ye Liangyan looked serene and indifferent, "Why should I be afraid?"
Song Bohui froze, looking at her incredulously.
Her composure was too great, as if she really wasn't worried or afraid of anything.
Ye Liangyan didn't say much else, just, "Bo Hui, I know what I'm doing. You don't need to worry about me in the future, take care of yourself! I have something else to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."
This time, she hailed a taxi and quickly left.
