Xia Chui's eyes suddenly sharpened as he stared intently at Xia Ruyan, whose face was purplish-green, his gaze deep and furious.
He said, "Xiaxia, being such a young girl, even if she's ignorant, wouldn't make such a resolute decision. I never knew there was such an incident back then."
Xia Ruyan shook her head, her eyes fixed tightly on Xia Chui's face, pointing at Xia Ji, "She's spouting nonsense. You all dote on her so much that whatever she says goes."
The cold and merciless demeanor of Xia Chui made Xia Ruyan somewhat afraid. In her panic and without a way out, she could only talk nonsense, reminding Xia Chui in another way about the great difference in how he treated her compared to Xia Ji.
Trying to evoke the little sympathy that Xia Chui had for her.
But she misjudged one thing, and that was between Xia Ji and someone else, Xia Chui would always consider Xia Ji first.
This was an accumulation of yearlong, immeasurable compassion.
