"So." Jiang Yaoyao's eyes stung for a moment, but she still managed to ask, "Was your drunken affair back then with Song Niaoniao?"
Xu Fenglai put down the teacup, tacitly agreeing.
"I knew it." Jiang Yaoyao raised her hand and tucked her hair behind her ear, "But Fenglai, have you ever considered that she now has a daughter? I remember she went abroad at the end of April four years ago, and within less than half a year, she met Gu Lin, fell in love, and had a daughter out of wedlock. Even if she likes another man, even if she doesn't like you anymore, do you still want to be with her? Do you even want to help raise another man's daughter?"
"Awu!" Xu Fenglai's voice suddenly intensified.
Jiang Yaoyao trembled slightly.
The man's face tensed slightly, and his usually sunny and harmless demeanor appeared unexpectedly cold and sharp.
Then, she heard Xu Fenglai's lowered voice say, "I've said it so many times, our divorce has nothing to do with Niaoniao!"
