"I'm going to give Ruoruo a perfect wedding, so you have to leave!" Ye Beichen leaned against the sofa, languid and cold. Wu Jin was as cold as stone sculpture, his face again indifferent.,After all, people like this who are so scheming only have eyes for money.,"These past two years, every time we've been intimate, you've called out Han Ruo's name. Oh~ You make me feel like the worst person in the world. I can't take it anymore!"。