Jiang Yao stood at the side and quietly gave Wen Xuehui some tissue. She knew that Wen Xuehui needed to cry it out and vent out her feelings.
After having a crush on him for so long and realizing that he was a sanctimonious hypocrite, not a single person would feel happy about that.
Wen Xuehui cried for a long time before she stopped. She looked at the rows of short wooden houses at the roadside. She did not know which town it was but it seemed very dreary.
Although she knew that Li Ronghui was from a small place, she had never expected such a well-mannered man to have such a revolting idea brewing in him.
"Jiang Yao, that girl Fangfang seems to love him dearly, how could he do something so ungrateful?" Wen Xuehui suddenly asked.