Yang Yuran felt unbearable sympathy, yet she didn't want to help the scumbag dodge responsibility.
After racking her brains for a moment, she spoke in a very considerate tone but with a sarcastic edge, "You've cut ties with your family, and Li Shuo must attend to important matters. Otherwise, neither of you would earn money, and what would you live on, air from the northwest?"
"He's changed his heart." Hen Ningyue turned her face toward the window, silently shedding tears.
Yang Yuran was full of question marks, clueless about what made Hen Ningyue think that he had changed his heart. But then again, with love's logic, one could become sensitive over just a few cold words.
Seizing the opportunity, she continued to stir the pot, "Don't overthink it. I'm sure Li Shuo will hurry back from Colombia to be with you once he's done there."
"He won't; he's changed his heart."
Hen Ningyue repeated the determined statement with a choked voice.
