Huo Xiyao tugged coldly at his lips, "Indeed, there is no such reasoning anywhere, but in my case, that reasoning is enough. If you don't leave, I assure you, you will never see her again, nor hear any news about her!"
The dinner tonight wasn't very formal, so he didn't wear a suit.
But now, as he sat on the couch at Ye Xueming's home, even his casual posture exuded an astonishing presence, as if he were looking down on everyone else.
Even standing, Ye Shuhua felt a chill run down her spine as he watched her.
Her mind finally cleared up a bit, and she looked pleadingly at Xia Chu, "Panpan... Xia Chu, Mom really knows she was wrong not to tell you; Mom really loves you. But I really can't get divorced—if I do, our family will fall apart, and I'll be homeless. Please don't make me do this, okay?"
