He still maintained that casual demeanor, slurping noodles while muttering, "Up to you."
Thud.
Wen Yi angrily threw her chopsticks to the ground and stormed upstairs.
"Talk about no class, and to think she's a lady from a wealthy family."
Yuan Dong'er rolled her eyes.
But that was just the kind of person Wen Yi was, doing whatever she pleased. Relying on her family's power and wealth, she didn't care about others' opinions, pursuing whatever she desired.
She had been married for a while, yet she still flirted with young hunks outside.
Treating Ji Shaohai the way she did nowadays was nothing unusual—she never took him, her husband, seriously.
As Wen Yi left, tossing her chopsticks aside, Ji Shaohai, on the other hand, picked them up.
Facing the stares of others, he kept a stoic face, as such scenarios had happened too often—Wen Yi never showed him any respect.
After Qin Zhao and Chu Yan finished their dinner, they decided to take a walk outside.
