Ye Ranran handed over the menu, flipping it open: "Want something to eat? My treat."
"Ye Ranran, what do you mean?" Had she called her out just to insult her?
Qingli stood up, turning to leave.
Ye Ranran did not stop her, merely raised her voice slightly: "If you walk out that door, don't ever think about getting a divorce."
"What do you mean?" Qingli stood her ground, not daring to move.
She wasn't afraid of Ye Ranran alone. If she dared to mess with her, she'll drag her down with her, even at the cost of her life.
But now, there's Jun Mochan, who is publicly acquiring Shuangcai, using tactics so crude and overbearing it was hard to believe.
But isn't this also a kind of confidence?
To put it bluntly, he could bury her with just money!
"Nothing much, just letting you and your husband keep fighting. If I'm in a good mood, I might even send three, four, five beauties to your husband."