Looking at Ye Fei, who was holding a bouquet of roses, Zhu Yan's eyes filled with nothing but extreme disgust.
Ye Fei was kneeling on the ground, his eyes brimming with tears as if they were about to fall. "Xiao Yan," he choked out, "I really know I was wrong. Can you give me another chance, please?"
"I have money now! I can truly give you and Qiaoqiao a happy life!"
"Xiao Yan, come with me, okay? I'll listen to you from now on, I promise!"
However, faced with such a sincere Ye Fei, Zhu Yan couldn't be bothered to respond, not even wanting to spare him a glance. Without a word, she took Sun Zhe's hand and started to leave.
"Xiao Yan!" Ye Fei hurriedly rushed to block her path. "Xiao Yan, please don't be like this. We can talk things over."
Zhu Yan gave him a cold glance. "Ye Fei, your actions only make me feel more and more disgusted."
