Xia Wanwan was dwelling on these messy thoughts, and her heart turned cold. In that moment, she didn't even want to hear what Xi Muchen was about to say next.
Because it was bound to be nothing good!
Otherwise, why wouldn't Xi Muchen deny it, but instead admit a fault?
The man seemed to have seen through her thoughts: "Don't overthink it. Xu Yangyang and I have nothing between us; she just lived in our house for a while when she was a child."
Xia Wanwan knew it could not be such a simple issue, otherwise Xi Muchen wouldn't have said it was his fault.
"In the first two years I went abroad, all I had was resentment, followed by longing and unease," said Xi Muchen, disregarding the struggles of the little woman in his arms, and pulled her tightly into his embrace, his voice tinged with helplessness, "Do you remember the reason I mentioned for why the old man disliked you?"
The reason?
Xia Wanwan's thoughts paused for a moment, then she recalled what the man had said before.