Ye Xiaoyu suddenly felt that the distance between her and Anjue was so close yet seemed like worlds apart.
Ye Xiaoyu didn't know how to defend herself, nor did she have the desire to; all she could do was plead with him, "Anjue, we really aren't suitable for each other. Let's separate! It's best for both of us."
Anjue threatened coldly, "If you want to separate from me, fine. But our daughter must stay with me."
"You..."
How could she possibly let Ping Ping go to Anjue, especially since Anjue didn't even know how to love or respect people.
Even though she is his own daughter, given his personality, she truly didn't dare to leave Ping Ping with him.
Her heart ached, tears flowed from the corner of her eyes, "I... I'll go back with you."
Anjue gently kissed away her tears at the corner of her eyes, but his lips returned to their former coldness. He lifted her horizontally and took her away from the small rented room.
