Han Yi never expected Lin Ruoxi to make such a request.
No matter how generous she was, she would never allow her husband's ex-girlfriend to stay in her house; it was simply playing with fire.
"No, you can't live here. If you don't have a place to stay, OK, I'll pay to book a hotel for you, and you can move in there. Besides, I think if you're terminally ill, you'd be better off staying in a hospital where a caregiver can look after you."
Han Yi's face was cold, without a trace of emotion.
Lin Ruoxi's eyes showed some disappointment as she smiled bitterly, "Are you angry about what happened this morning?"
"Sorry, I don't remember anything from this morning!"
