"Don't just stand there, find a place to sit, it's hot."
A woman's soft and gentle voice suddenly came from one side of the ear.
Tang Yige clenched her fingers, raised her burning eyes and looked beside her.
The woman smiled at her, reached out to grab her arm, "Let's go."
Tang Yige shook off her hand with extreme disgust, turned around, and walked to the other side of the street.
"Sister, do you remember what I told you in the hospital yesterday? I said, do you really think Si Nan will divorce me? You asked me what I meant, and I didn't answer you. But now I think I don't need to tell you the reason, you probably know it already."
Tang Ruan quickly stepped forward, grabbed Yige's hand from behind, and pulled it back forcefully.
Yige had been under the sun for so long, and her body was already weakened by illness, so with Tang Ruan's pull, she was spun around 180 degrees on the spot, almost falling to the ground.
