Ye Mingze was silent. Even Ye Shixian, usually so silver-tongued, fell quiet for a moment, unsure how to respond.
Ye Chutang was truly—
Fortunately, Ye Chutang didn't stay long. She sat for a little while before leaving.
Only after her figure had receded into the distance did Ye Mingze fiercely throw his pillow.
"Who asked for her fake kindness! I think she clearly said all that on purpose!"
Ye Shixian glanced at him. "That's enough. Haven't you caused enough of a scene? It doesn't matter if she says a few words. Just let her be."
But Ye Mingze couldn't swallow his anger. "Was she just 'saying a few words'? Anyway, I can't stand living in this place anymore!"
He hadn't felt this way before, but now, looking at the room, everything seemed to be an eyesore.
Ye Shixian pressed her lips together.
Before, she had just thought Ye Mingze was imagining things. But now, for some reason, after hearing what Ye Chutang said, she felt a chill run down her spine.
