Xu Yiyang looked at Jiang Xiaoyu. He knew that this silly woman must have misunderstood her. She was crying like this. Her eyes were almost swollen like walnuts. However, he was not anxious to explain. Instead, he scanned the room.

"Put it on." Xu Yiyang took out a windbreaker coat from the wardrobe and threw it to Bian Yaxin standing at the door.

"What's wrong? How can I wear a coat when I'm going to bed? Bian Yaxin did not understand. He held the windbreaker in his hand.

Jiang Xiaoyu sat stuffily beside the bed. She was so sad that she would die. She had no mood to take care...