After hearing those words, Yun Bixue roughly understood what happened. Her expression was rather stunned as she looked at the livid Fu Yizhou. His eyes looked particularly bloodshot, and it was clear that his heart had suffered a great blow.
She suddenly felt that she couldn't continue talking anymore. In reality, the difference between being rich and poor was all about his attitude.
Yun Bixue looked at Xie Limo, who held her hand and shook his head at her.
Yun Bixue nodded and merely pursed her lips without speaking. She listened to Fu Yizhou ramble on painfully.
