Leng Sichen stepped closer and scoffed, "Xiaoxun, stop deceiving yourself. You know well that a piece of paper is meaningless and has no impact. If you love me, what does it matter if that paper is gone? Can you control your own heart? If you don't love me, as I said before, you could completely deceive my feelings, toy with my body, spend all my money, as if seeking revenge for your father! Oh, right, you could also hit my child."
"Nonsense, I would never hit Xiaobai!" Xia Yuxun retorted angrily, then immediately touched her forehead in annoyance. Her focus was skewed again, led astray by this man.
The negotiation had once again reached a deadlock, and unknowingly, the two had arrived at the hotel entrance.
She had been inside the private room all this time and didn't realize that it had started raining heavily outside.
