Ye Yuwei secretly glanced at the man walking over, brushed back a lock of hair beside her ear, revealing her swollen half-face just enough, paired with a pitiful expression that could most easily arouse a man's compassion.
Ning Zijin, such a heartless woman, I refuse to believe you would still protect her as you always do.
Thinking this, she slightly lifted the corners of her mouth, even imagining the scene of Ning Zijin being despised and abandoned by Ye Feng. Lady Ye had already promised her that as long as Ning Zijin divorced Ye Feng, she would become the rightful Young Lady of the Ye Family.
The man didn't even glance at her, indifferently walked past her, heading towards Ning Zijin.
The smile on Ye Yuwei's lips suddenly froze there.
"Jinjin, does your hand hurt?" Ye Feng walked up to Ning Zijin, grabbed her hand, and gently blew on it near his lips, his manner full of tenderness, as if Ning Zijin was the Princess he cherished dearly, not a venomous woman.
