The voice carried a sense of anger, with a hint of grievance.
Like a bullied child complaining.
"What woman?"
Yu Xiuzhun paused abruptly, his hand stopped mid-air, and he squinted his eyes at her.
"You don't even know your own woman? Why ask me, you're so pretentious! Disgusting!" As Ye Mingmei thought of Yang Meilan's words, she couldn't help but become furious.
Hugging her suitcase, she started to walk towards the roadside.
Rather than waiting for the Ye Family's driver, she preferred to hail a taxi, not wanting to stay in the same place as Yu Xiuzhun.
"What do you mean by that, make it clear before you leave!" Yu Xiuzhun turned around, quickly grabbing her wrist.
With a forceful yank, he pulled Ye Mingmei to his side.
"Of course, I know my own woman, what I am asking is what are you talking about?!" Yu Xiuzhun pinched her wrist, his fingertips exerting slight pressure, causing Ye Mingmei to cry out in pain.
