Seeing this, Ye Xiong knew Yang Xinyi wasn't as indifferent as she appeared. Deep down, she cared a great deal for Su Zhentian; she just couldn't find a graceful way to back down.
It looks like she needs an opportunity to accept Su Zhentian.
"Just kidding. Why so worked up?" Ye Xiong laughed.
Furious, Yang Xinyi grabbed the pillow beside her and hurled it at him.
Ye Xiong had just caught the pillow when, in the next instant, a stainless steel water cup smashed against his head.
"My dear wife, are you trying to murder your husband so you can be a widow?" Ye Xiong rubbed his head, smiling wryly.
The next day, Ye Xiong and Yang Xinyi sat in the back of Yang Yueru's car, heading to the airport.
As they were boarding, Yang Yueru waved at them, her gaze lingering on Ye Xiong with clear resentment.
Ye Xiong sighed inaudibly. Thank goodness I managed to keep my integrity intact.