"Is that so?" Lian He put away the passbook and said, "Yazhi, whether you accept it or not, Xiao Yue is my daughter. I hope, even if you can't come to like her, please do not hurt her."
Lian He spoke gravely, the warning in his words very clear.
Xiang Yazhi's tears fell even more violently, her makeup-streaked face washed away by the tears, presenting an indescribable sight.
Yet, Xiang Yazhi had no self-awareness. She wiped away a tear, her eyes blurry with tears, and looked at Lian He, "We've been married for so many years, don't you trust my character?"
Lian He remained silent, not saying a word.
Xiang Yazhi followed Lian He back to their hotel, crying and explaining all the way. Lian He's head was in a mess, finding Xiang Yazhi too noisy, so he brought her before Lian Qingyang.
"Qingyang, what are you doing here?" Xiang Yazhi was shocked to see Lian Qingyang, who was in the room, holding a computer and playing games.
