Ye Junlin halted his steps, "What did you say?"
Xu Yihuan fought back her tears, "I said, you've gone through a lot of trouble to deal with me..."
Ye Junlin turned around to look at her and laughed instead of getting angry, "You're talking nonsense in the middle of the night?"
"Junlin, I have no power or influence, I don't even have a relative, what is there for you to not admit?"
Xu Yihuan wanted to maintain the last of her dignity, but the tears still burst forth like a breached dam.
"Rest assured, even if I die here, no one will pursue the matter."
"Don't even have a relative?" Ye Junlin sneered coldly, "Is it my fault that you have no relatives?"
"Xu Yihuan, have you forgotten what that stupid and wicked father of yours did, huh?"
"His death was his own doing, and now you're complaining to me that you have no relatives, don't you find that funny?"
