As the plane ascended to eight thousand feet in the air, Yang Xiaoqing breathed a sigh of relief.
Goodbye, Gu Lizhe!
You bastard!
...
When Qiao Qiqi received Gu Lizhe's call looking for Yang Xiaoqing, she wasn't surprised at all; she knew Yang Xiaoqing would return to find Gu Lizhe.
The matter of his marriage had always been a thorn in her heart.
The more she said nothing and did nothing, the more intense the aftermath.
Qiao Qiqi called Yang Xiaoqing, but she didn't answer. Almost a day later, she finally called back, saying weakly, "Qiqi, I've been sleeping the whole time, I'm so tired."
"Did you sleep with Gu Lizhe?"
Yang Xiaoqing laughed directly, "Yes, I slept with him!"
"Remember to take medicine."
Qiao Qiqi knew she'd explode one day, but this way of erupting was just too scary.
The matter had already happened, and there was nothing that could be done.
"I won't take it. If I really get pregnant, I'll give birth. Can't I afford to raise a child?"
