Mo Fei curled her lips into a mocking smile. No one had the right to decide who would win until the very end.
When Qian Yikun returned to the guest room, he threw himself on the bed and rested his hands under his neck. Since Ye Yuwei was brought up today, he could not stop himself from thinking about her.
In Qian Yikun's mind, his affection for Ye Yuwei could not be considered love.
At most, he liked her, that was all.
He liked Ye Yuwei's way of handling things. Or rather, when he first met Ye Yuwei, he liked her attitude toward people and matters she had to deal with. He could not deny that he had used Ye Yuwei all these years, but he gave her his help sincerely.
As for Mo Fei—
Qian Yikun reached for a pillow and covered his face with it. He had not had a good rest for days now, so he decided to sleep first.
Not long after Qian Yikun fell asleep, Xin Ya had already told Ye Yuwei about what happened there.
