Upstairs...
"Miss Bai Youran, what is it?"
Ji Hanyu got up to pour himself a glass of water, not sparing Bai Youran even a glance.
Bai Youran clenched her fist, then released it, clenched it again, "Mr. Ji... no, Ji Hanyu..."
Why could Bai Haoxue call him by his full name, while she always had to address him with respect as if she were inferior?
Ji Hanyu's expression turned cold: "Miss Bai Youran, from any perspective, you have no right to call me by my name."
Seeing Ji Hanyu's gaze, Bai Youran instinctively took a few steps back, "Mr... Mr... Ji..."
"Didn't you say you wouldn't look for Bai Haoxue again?"
Ji Hanyu, "Did I look for her?"
His wife was by his side every day, why would he look for her, was he out of his mind?
Bai Youran, "Mr. Ji... I really like you, can you give me a chance?"
Ji Hanyu: "No!"
Bai Youran's face was filled with shame, humiliation, and unwillingness: "...Why? Is it because you still can't forget Bai Haoxue?"
