"That man doesn't respect you at all, he doesn't even regard you as a wife, Xiaoyue, can't you see that?"
"Stop talking!" Listening to Zhou Yunsheng's words, Su Xingyue finally couldn't bear it and interrupted him.
She didn't know why, but every sentence Zhou Yunsheng uttered hurt her heart a little...
...
Seeing that she looked troubled, Zhou Yunsheng stopped talking and didn't continue.
"I heard you haven't eaten for two days, you should drink the porridge, or else your body will collapse."
Su Xingyue looked down at the bowl of warm porridge in her hands, then handed it over to Zhou Yunsheng.
Mo Shiyu said he hadn't eaten or slept well, and had been drinking alcohol; this way, his body would collapse.
"I'll listen to you, Xiaoyue." Zhou Yunsheng accepted the bowl of porridge without any hesitation, then lowered his head and began to drink.
As if he was tasting some delicacy of the world.
In less than two moments, the bowl of porridge was finished.