Jin Baiyan waved his phone and said with a smile, "Goodbye."
Pei Yuanchen's expression darkened.
He held He Ziyi in his arms and turned to go downstairs.
After reaching downstairs, Pei Yuanchen put her on the ground, tightened his grip on her wrist, and strode forward.
Ziyi was almost tripped by his pulling and said, "Uncle Xiaobao, walk slower."
Pei Yuanchen suddenly halted in his tracks.
Ziyi bumped into him with an "Aiya" again.
Pei Yuanchen slowly exhaled, transforming his anger and jealousy into self-mockery.
What was there to be angry about, or to mind, wasn't this outcome exactly right?
She would meet more and more men, and more men would try to get close to her, trying to win her favor. It wouldn't be long before the name Pei Yuanchen would no longer mean anything to her.
This was his initial understanding.
But when this reality appeared before him, Pei Yuanchen realized that this result was far harder to accept than he had imagined.
