"Why does he seem to care about you so much?" Chen Feng asked sarcastically while slurping his noodles.
Yu Xiaohui didn't hide anything and said, "He divorced a few years ago and is still single, but in fact, he's just like that dead guy, playing around outside. So, their relationship was great before—partners in crime, birds of a feather.
After that person died, he often came to my house under the guise of being a good brother and friend, showing concern for me, obviously plotting something. I've clearly rejected his hints many times, but he obviously hasn't given up."
"Just as expected. This guy sure is dreaming, daring to go after you with that face of his. Doesn't he know what he looks like?"
"Alright, enough about him. Let's focus on eating."
...
Meanwhile, after Jia Yuanwu walked out of the ox bone restaurant, he grew increasingly angry.
He had long coveted Yu Xiaohui, even when her husband Ning Xiaorong was still alive, he was already plotting.
