Their first meeting was when he carried her on his back. From then on, every time she saw him, she always found various excuses to make him carry her.
Pretending to be drunk, claiming her foot hurt, throwing tantrums saying she couldn't walk—she tried every kind of excuse.
But now, she let another man carry her instead.
For the first time in his thirty years of life, Ye Wuge truly felt what it meant for the heart to be stabbed with pain!
Unable to control the anger surging in his heart any longer, he rushed forward, pulled Jiayin off Mo Qingyu's back, and raised his hand to punch Mo Qingyu.
But Mo Qingyu wasn't one to be trifled with. He swiftly dodged to the side, avoiding Ye Wuge's fist, and countered with a punch of his own.
"Both of you, stop it!"
Jiayin wasn't An Ziqi—when faced with situations like this, she wouldn't just stand idly by. She quickly stepped between them, separating the two.
