Ye Beicheng went behind her and asked softly.

"Now, what about hate or hate? We're divorced, aren't we?

He kept silent for a long time and watched her tidy up her belongings until she was all tidied up. He said, "Take care of yourself later."

The quiet and elegant nose was so sour that tears rolled around her eyes. She nodded, "I see."

With her suitcase in her hand, she took very few things with her. She walked past him expressionlessly, but he grabbed her and said, "Quiet, wronged you."

"In fact, I can not be wronged."

Her voice choked, her tears fell down and she wiped them with her...