Ye Rui's heart skipped a beat: "Chong Han, what exactly are you saying?"
"Isn't it true? Rui, how much longer are you planning to keep it from me? He doesn't come home every night, isn't that neglecting you? You married a husband, not an empty space." Chong Han's tone carried a sense of righteous indignation, and although his concern was evident, Ye Rui still felt a bit uncomfortable.
"Chong Han, who did you hear about these things from?"
"Who I heard it from isn't important. Since you're here, Rui, let's have a meal together. I'm about to reach the hotel you're staying at."
Ye Rui harbored doubts and naturally wouldn't agree immediately.
The fact she came to Lisbon wasn't known to many people, and how did Chong Han know her new cell phone number and the hotel she was staying at? The more she thought about it, the only person she could think of was Qin Youyou.
Would Qin Youyou be so kind-hearted? Of course, the answer is no.
