Before Wen Meimei could make her escape, the person reached out and grasped her arm, "Meimei, I think we need to have a serious talk."
Wen Meimei forcefully shook off his disgusting hand, saying coldly, "What's there to talk about with you."
Chen Yilan's dark eyes tightened slightly, as thinking of his wife's ordeal made it difficult for him to quell the towering rage in his heart. Still, given the crowds around, he had to hold it back.
"Let's find a place to sit down and talk, about your elder sister's matter."
"Sorry, I'm busy."
Wen Meimei refused coldly, by now her impression of Chen Yilan was solely of his stupidity and ignorance, and that he was the husband of her wicked elder sister.
To her, this family that had disgusted her countless times now held no bonds of kinship.
Seeing her determined expression, Chen Yilan knew he couldn't force her and so softened his tone.