"Seems like I've spoiled you too much."
Mr. Bao's voice was cold, his dark eyes filled with uncontrollable anger: "To let you act so recklessly, creating trouble with me time and again."
"..."
Jiang Ruan understood his words, her chin was gripped, and she looked at him with tear-filled eyes, her red lips tightly bitten.
"What are you fighting with me for? Do you hate me?" Mr. Bao sneered coldly: "On what grounds? Where have I wronged you? Just because of that woman's words?"
"Don't you have a measure of what kind of person I, Bao Ye, am in your heart? If I were really the kind to casually fool around with women outside, would you still be with me? Aren't you an adult, lacking judgment?"
The questioning words were sharp and firm.
They all struck at Jiang Ruan's heart.
It was like an adult educating a child.
After a moment, the soft and slightly hoarse voice of the girl echoed in the car: "I'm sorry."
