She took a breath, and her nose protruded two cigarettes, fumigating her cool face. "By the way, I know from your advertisements that Ye Miao can't leave you now. Don't say I didn't remind you, hold him up and stop doing the foolish thing that happened a year ago."

"We've split up."

Ao Xue suddenly pushed aside the man beside her, threw cigarettes on the ground, twisted the cigarette butts of high-heeled shoes, went to Ye Shui-Mo with a somber face, and held her chin in a firm grasp with his hand, so that the green veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

"Little... Aunt?" Ye Shui-mo was...