She might have truly reached the limit of her sorrow, because when An Ning saw him again, she didn't feel the aching sadness of the past.
In agony, Xu Junjie clutched at her. "An Ning, don't destroy yourself. You are not the type of girl that sells everything for money or fame. If you keep doing this, the one who ends up in pain will definitely be you."
An Ning frowned. "Xu Junjie, don't project the things your future mother-in-law and current girlfriend would do onto me. I, An Ning, am not capable of such vile acts."
"If you haven't become a mistress, then tell me his name. Let me know who he is," Xu Junjie demanded angrily.
An Ning desperately wanted to tell him that she was the wife of a major CEO, not some detestable mistress.
But there was no need to tell him.
With a scornful chuckle, Xu Junjie accused her. "If you can't say the name, you're indirectly admitting to it."