Li Jiaqi actually felt a bit envious of Yan Xiruo; after all, they had a beautiful beginning.
Unlike her, from beginning to end, what she brought to He Yingdong was never beautiful memories.
"Liar" was synonymous with her.
"Huh… who allowed you to be compared with her!" he shouted angrily.
He was annoyed, clearly it was she who was with another man, always bringing up Yan Xiruo.
"It's useless, I just wanted to give you some peace!"
He Yingdong sneered twice, turned around, and walked to the sofa.
He sat down deeply, drew a cigarette from the pack, and twirled it in his hand.
"Who is that man?"
After a long time, his cold voice sounded from his lips.
Li Jiaqi panicked, "What man?"
He Yingdong suddenly stood up, glanced around the bedroom slightly, then bent down to open a cabinet by the bed.
Inside was a light gray travel backpack, he reached in and yanked it out, unzipped it, and shook it down a few times.
Inside fell a maid outfit with lace trim.
