The accusations came sharply and piercingly, leaving Yan Xinxin with an oppressive feeling in her chest.
But she also came to realize that this elegantly dressed woman with an aristocratic demeanor was Mo Chuxi's mother.
Looking at the check Lin Yuan'ai had thrown on the ground, Yan Xinxin couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
Scenes from those TV dramas were actually playing out in her life. Should she heed the advice of those online commenters and take the money before leaving? After all, truthfully speaking, there wasn't any genuine love between her and Mo Chuxi.
Five hundred thousand—an amount far beyond her reach, enough to significantly improve her present life.
"I'll give you one day to move out. I hope you know what's good for you."
Without giving Yan Xinxin a chance to respond, Lin Yuan'ai grabbed her purse and left, followed closely by the middle-aged woman behind her.
