"I forgot the time, which made Young Master Ye worry."
That night, even in her sleep, Shen Ruoxi's face wore a smile.
Ye Mubei stared intently at Shen Ruoxi, amazed that she could actually sleep.
This woman truly had no heart or lungs.
Shen Ruoxi had no idea that Ye Mubei had cursed her out in his mind.
The next morning, she submitted a leave note and went straight home to see Zhao Yiru.
Zhao Yiru's condition had improved a lot by then, so she had already returned home.
Upon seeing Shen Ruoxi, she immediately closed the door.
"Mom, it's me."
"You still know to come back? I don't remember having a daughter like you."
Zhao Yiru's words stabbed Shen Ruoxi in the heart like a knife.
She knew Zhao Yiru didn't like her associating with Ye Mubei, but had she ever considered that she was being forced into it?
"Mom, can we talk about it inside, please?"
