Jun Ye's eyes tilted to the corners, and when he saw the indifference on his face, he snorted lightly, "Weren't you complaining yesterday that I didn't drink with you? How quickly you've changed today. Women have nothing on you."
"How have I changed?" Yao Ye being a man, naturally didn't buy this argument.
"There's no harm in seeing her. Her mom is sick; as friends, we should visit. Besides, her mom's illness means she has to stay with her."
"I never said it was wrong for her to go back to her parents. But—"
"But?" The look from Jun Ye carried a deeper layer of inquiry.
Yao Ye's brows furrowed deeply but remained steadfast, only saying, "In the end, you married Bai Lu because of this, right?"
"Your path is yours to walk; no one forced you," Jun Ye replied.
For this, Yao Ye's glare carried some resentment, but ultimately, he said nothing in retort.
