Pei Ge paused and looked at Tang Xiaoyu's tear-filled eyes. Her heart ached for this silly girl and her voice became choked. "Xiaoyu, I have Ji Ziming, I have three children, so why would I fight with you for Gu Zhengrong? All these years in America, what have I lived for? You know me, without you, I really don't know what I would have done."
"Still, I saw the unsent message on his phone with my own eyes. How is it possible for me to not suspect you guys?"
Tang Xiaoyu's voice was hoarse. Her hands were tightly gripped by Pei Ge and her eyes became even more uneasy.
