"I know it's not helpful to say sorry now, it's not good for me..." Her voice was falling.

Yi Qingchen stared at her solemnly, and saw that Chuqiao's back was cold.

There was something elusive in his eyes that she attributed to anger or disappointment.

Just as she was about to continue explaining, he suddenly hugged her in his arms.

"Not you, but I am not good enough. If I do well enough, my wife will not have to deal with these things personally. If I do well enough, my wife will not be surrounded by so many troubles, so it's me..."

"You are not allowed to argue with me."...