Tang Yu's hand holding the phone dropped weakly.
A dull ache throbbed in her chest, as if a hammer was smashing her heart.
In discomfort, she curled up on the sofa.
Ye Sihan actually took Yi Die, yes, he could have anyone he wanted with ease, and Yi Die couldn't ask for more!
But why did her eyes feel hot, the acidity spreading to her limbs, her breathing laced with pain?
Why... why did Ye Sihan treat her this way?
They had been so good together, or was it that Ye Sihan couldn't resist the temptation of other women?
Thinking of Yu Zhaohui's warning to her, she felt distressed and anxious...
In the hotel's rest room, Ye Sihan sank into the sofa with his eyes closed and fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, as he had drunk a bit too much.
Yi Die put her phone aside and asked, "Mr. Ye, is this really okay? Miss Tang will misunderstand."
"You did very well."
