She reached out to hold Qu Qingwei's hand, her clear eyes filled with anxiety: "Xiaowei, do you think I should break this matter?"
"Of course you shouldn't break it, are you stupid!" Qu Qingwei looked at Xia Weiyi with eyes similar to looking at a pig, analyzing the pros and cons of the whole thing from an outsider's perspective.
"Think about it, if you break it, only two results can happen—"
"First: Ye Che continues to hide it from her, doesn't admit it, then what do you plan to do? Directly throw the photos at him, question him about the woman's relationship, and then push the two of them to a point of no return?
"Second, if Ye Che admits this, what then? Actively go find the mistress for a PK, or cry, make a fuss, threaten suicide to Ye Che, or pitifully concede defeat without a fight?"
Xia Weiyi snorted: "How could I concede defeat without a fight, I'd rather break than bend!"
