After Bai Xinchun finished speaking, she snorted coldly and stood up from the sofa with a face full of anger. She walked towards the direction of the study.
Looking at Bai Xinchun’s back view leaving, Bai Ruoya’s eyes were red with tears, looking at Madam Bai, she questioned, “Mom! If Dad doesn’t love me, don’t Tell Me You Don’t Love Me Too? If I pretend to be crazy, how can I go out to meet people in the future?”
Madam Bai helplessly raised her hand to caress the breathless Bai Ruo Ya, she sighed softly, “Xiao Ya, your dad has no choice. He could only come up with this plan. Besides, he only told the public that you have depression and that your spirit is a little unstable. He’s not some crazy person.
Speaking of depression, who knows how many people have it nowadays. It’s really nothing.
