Xia Xinyu's face had already lost all color.
She trembled as she looked at him, taking in his anger and undisguised disgust... A deep sorrow suddenly surged up within her, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"Yizheng, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..." she trembled as she spoke, "But if you don't care about me, I'm doomed... Yizheng, after all these years together, are you going to give up on me just because I made one mistake? You said you loved me, you did!"
He Yizheng pursed his lips tightly, looking at her expressionlessly.
He had returned to the country in high spirits, thinking that He Jingyao would be at least half-dead, only to find him standing well in front of him and even biting back, putting his financial chains at great risk.
How could he not be furious?
But Xia Xinyu... Although the woman had done something foolish, He Yizheng was somewhat reluctant to give up on her entirely.
Perhaps she still had some use.
