Ye Chen leaned back against the sofa, watching Yang Lingfeng with a smirk that wasn't quite a smile, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
"Xiyue occasionally talked to me about her university days. As her husband, I really should thank Mr. Yang for the help he gave her during that time."
Ye Chen curled his lips, speaking in a tone of self-righteousness.
Upon hearing Ye Chen's words, Yang Lingfeng was taken aback, a flicker of different color passing through his eyes.
He was a smart man, and three years of graduate studies had given him some understanding of Su Xiyue's character. He also knew what methods to use to achieve his own goals.
His approach of sowing discord was something that would irritate any man, inevitably leading to rifts in their relationship.
Even though it wasn't very obvious now, there must be a seed of estrangement planted in Ye Chen's heart.