Ye Xiaoyu held her head, crying her heart out.
"I know, I know. I will leave him, forever."
She no longer had the right to love.
Even less did she have the right to love Chen Ming.
An Xiao snorted coldly in her heart.
Her face still showed concern: "Little Fish, don't worry, I'll make sure you leave my little uncle. I'll go back and tell my little uncle, you're my good friend, my good sister, how could he treat you like this? You're a good girl, not one of those unsavory women he can just buy with money. What right does he have to trample on you!"
Ye Xiaoyu felt like a sharp thorn had pierced deep into her heart.
An Xiao's words were meant to show care for her, to stand up for her.
But in her ears, every word felt like a stabbing accusation.
That's right, she had been trampled on.
And now, how was her relationship with Anjue any different from those unsavory women?
In Anjue's eyes, she was nothing more than a substitute.
A purely lust-satisfying tool!
