She's just too lazy to care, out of sight, out of mind.
If it wasn't for the hospital's calls urging payment, she wouldn't have taken a step inside.
Before she even walked in, there was a smashed ashtray at the doorway.
Ye Wanting walked over with an expressionless face.
Madam Ye heard footsteps, came out, and saw her, looking a bit panicked, "Wanting, why have you come?"
Ye Wanting glanced at the bathroom behind her, the door wasn't closed tightly.
Ye Cheng was definitely inside.
"What's he causing trouble about again?"
"Your brother's not causing trouble; you're talking about the ashtray at the door, aren't you? I was cleaning earlier and accidentally knocked it over."
A flicker of coldness passed through Ye Wanting's eyes. She sat down next to the sofa, picked an apple, and grabbed the fruit knife.
