"Who is that woman?" Ye Chuyun approached him, his face reddened slightly with anger.

Ding Yiyi was silent for a moment and did not answer the question, "Know why I didn't stop him?" She waited quietly for a moment without an answer. She laughed and drank all the wine in her glass.

As soon as she put down the cup, the back of her hand was pressed, and Ye Chuyun pressed her arm, with a painful tone, but still calmly, "It's the most foolish way to drown her sorrow with wine."

Ding Yiyi nodded to him, broke away from his hand that covered his back and murmured, "I just want...