Xiao Chen gave him a deep look, didn't say anything more, and directly reached out to wrap an arm around An Ziqi's waist, walking toward the outside.
An Ziqi immediately started struggling. "Xiao Chen, let go of me, let go."
However, no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free.
Tang Shiyi watched her struggle from the side, looking smug. "Relax, your husband's so perfect, I'll definitely take good care of him for you."
Hearing how she deliberately stressed the words "take good care," An Ziqi, in all her life, had never hated anyone this much.
"Xiao Moli, Xiao Moli, you're not allowed to go with her, I won't allow it."
An Ziqi struggled with all her might, watching as Xiao Chen already led her out of that shabby house, while she herself was getting farther and farther from the door.
Her heart felt an unprecedented powerlessness, and tears instantly spilled from her eyes.
