Han Xiangjun felt an unprecedented sense of defeat. "Jianbin, bathe yourself and go back to your room to sleep. Let's talk, Yu Xiaoli."
Han Jianbin looked worriedly at his parents, and seeing the glance from Dad, he finally left obediently.
Yu Xiaoli still didn't lift her head. She felt a deep-seated disgust for Han Xiangjun. She simply didn't want to see him.
"Yu Xiaoli, I set you free. You can leave, go wherever you want. I'll give you two thousand yuan, but you can't take Jianbin and don't disturb him in the future."
Yu Xiaoli finally looked at Han Xiangjun, her heart full of disdain.
"Two thousand isn't enough. If you want me not to disturb Jianbin, give me three thousand, and from now on, he will have nothing to do with me."
Han Xiangjun looked at the woman he had lived with for eight years, feeling truly blind. What was he thinking back then? This woman was only slightly pretty and utterly useless otherwise.
