Goodbye

Jiang Siyan looked at Meng Qingge's Weibo and slammed his phone onto the ground in anger.

The phone was instantly smashed into pieces, falling to the ground, just like Jiang Siyan's current heart.

Ah Long frowned. This was the third phone that the young master had smashed this month.

Hsu Feifei's face suddenly flashed across Jiang Siyan's mind.

Although Hsu Feifei and Meng Qingge were very similar, at this moment, Jiang Siyan knew that what flashed through his mind earlier was Hsu Feifei's face …

Not Meng Qingge's face.

"How is Hsu Feifeicha?" Jiang Siyan asked. Recently, he was rather busy, so he forgot about Hsu Feifei. "Where is she now?" "What for?"

"Her family valued her more than their children, and they wanted to sell her to a terrible old man to get a wedding gift. Then, they would use this wedding gift to marry her younger brother to a wife." "Her father gambles too much, her mother drinks too much, and they beat her up."