After a while, just as Yan Xiaye was about to say something, Shen Aili interrupted her first, "That's right, because this little bitch degrades herself willingly, the victims are Beicheng and Xiaye. Now I'm here to vent this anger for you, tell us everything this great sister of yours has done behind your back, all of it."
Yan Xiaye closed her eyes in pain, knowing well that Mother Yan's health was poor, so she could only humble herself and force herself to say in a soft voice, "…There's nothing."
As soon as her words fell, both Yan Shuirou, kneeling there, and Shen Aili, standing with arrogant posture, looked at her in disbelief.
"Such deep sisterly love, could it be you're willing to share one husband with this little bitch?" Shen Aili frowned in astonishment, thinking that Yan Xiaye must be out of her mind, "If that's the case, what did you mean by asking Old Madam for a divorce from Beicheng?"
