บท 1253: Making a Mountain of a Molehill

Only now did Xia Yingluo understand what he was saying. She sneered. "Mr. Zhao, you're minding too much."

Li Rui was helping two girls peel their grapes; he was pretty thoughtful when he took care of others. At this point, he looked up at the two of them and asked Xia Yingluo with a smile, "Yingluo, who's this nobody?"

"Who are you calling a nobody!" Pei Yan couldn't tolerate that someone was insulting her fiancee.

But Li Rui didn't give a hoot.

Xia Yingluo was in a better mood now and responded to her brother, "This is Zhao Yixuan."

Hearing this name, Li Rui figured what exactly was going on. Since she was a child, his precious little sister had only dumped others, but no one had ever dumped her. Until she met this man. He'd hurt her so deeply and abandoned her so openly, turning her into the butt of a joke.

This Zhao Yixuan was really courting death.