"Brother—" Weilan never expected that the more she pushed, the more stubborn and upset Qiao Jingchen became.
She sighed, realizing that she was too anxious.
She hadn't considered her brother's feelings enough, always thinking about pushing him forward, but in doing so, it seemed she had hurt his feelings.
"I'm sorry," Weilan apologized sincerely.
"If apologies worked, why would we need the police?" Qiao Jingchen shouted and hung up the phone.
Weilan held onto the phone, sitting on the wicker chair, her eyes misting over with a damp fog.
It seemed that for her brother to accept Aunt Fu, it would take a long time.
After hanging up, Qiao Jingchen sat on the sofa with his face in his hands, his whole body trembling.
It was obvious that he was truly upset.
Zhuang Yuezhou, seeing the situation, reached out and tugged at his arm.
Qiao Jingchen abruptly shook off his hand and said coldly, "You leave too. All of you leave."
