Qiaoqiao.
Wenming.
Without comparison, there is no harm.
Even though Wenming knew clearly that from the beginning until now, Huo Yanshu had always called her Wenming, when she heard Huo Yanshu calling Rong Yanqiao, and saw him fighting fiercely against Rong Qingze for Rong Yanqiao, she knew she had lost.
Huo Yanshu didn't just like Rong Yanqiao, it seemed he was completely in love with her.
It felt unbearable.
She tried her utmost, even if she had to crawl, to get to Rong Qingze's side to stop him. Yet Huo Yanshu ignored everything, ignored her, to fight for another woman.
Wenming's heart was like being cut by a knife.
"All of you, get out. If you want to fight, don't do it in front of me." Wenming supported herself with both hands. She no longer shed tears, her eyes were clear and bright.
She needed to stay calm now.
