"Ah Liang, I wasn't wrong, was I? She only married you for your family wealth." Gu Xixi spread her hands, a helpless look on her face, "You must believe me now."
Mu Liang stepped in, one step at a time, and Auntie Pan hurriedly said, "Young Master, the Young Madam didn't mean what she said, it's just her nature, you shouldn't take it to heart."
"Auntie Pan, stop talking," Qiao Xia said indifferently, her heart unable to brush off the feeling of sorrow. Without memories, her impression of her plummeted; in his eyes, she was someone who had betrayed him, spoiled his feelings, and even wished for his death.
And now, to add to it, vanity.
If it was her, there was not a shred of affection.
His gaze settled on the deed in her hand, his pupils deep and clear, no one could tell what he was thinking.
That look, it was intimidating.
Gu Xixi came over, hooking her arm in his, "Ah Liang, this is your house, our home, don't let outsiders take our place."
"Get out!" Mu Liang said sternly.