Xu Xiuyuan snatched the insulated bag from her hand and bent down to pick up the crushed pastries off the ground.
Ye Zhimeng was clearly dissatisfied.
"Xiuyuan, what are you doing?"
She reached out to stop Xu Xiuyuan but was pushed away by him. Ye Zhimeng, physically weak, did not stand firm and fell to the ground, feeling a throbbing pain in her buttocks.
She looked at the man in shock.
Xu Xiuyuan's voice was colder than the ice of deep winter, "Ye Zhimeng, out of respect for our elders' friendship, I have been tolerating you. Go ahead and bully Qiao Xi again, see if you can stay in Haicheng! You'd better remember your place; you are merely the Ye Family's adopted daughter.
I can have you leave Haicheng at any time and never return to the country."
He had always been gentle and polite, never revealing such a ruthless expression before.
Ye Zhimeng stammered in fear, "I... you..."
How could the man she loved treat her like this for a married woman.
"Waah..."
