Ye Sichen pinched her hand, then loosed it slightly, “If it wasn’t me but anyone else, you would still exchange your body for money. This is who you are. Don’t look at me with a pitiful expression for sympathy. You are not those who are suffering.”

Xia Nuan realized his firm attitude and her hope gradually vanished.

Even if she had achieved great achievements, he still despised her.

She wiped the tears on her face. Then she calmed down, picked ...