Huo Wen'an asked Ye Mingluo, "Did I do something wrong?"
"You made mistakes, but they're not too serious. In the end, it's just that she, Xu Xingguang, doesn't love you. To her, you're someone she can take or leave."
Ye Mingluo shook his head, patted Huo Wen'an's knee with pity, and sighed, "Poor guy, our Mr. Huo's first love, and he encounters such an emotionally detached woman."
"Listen to me, a woman like her, it's better to just break up. She's very realistic."
Huo Wen'an's eyes suddenly turned cold as he looked at Ye Mingluo.
"Alright, are you saying I can't speak ill of her? How long have you been with her, a month and a half? She already has you wrapped around her finger in just a few days. I didn't see it before, but you, Huo Wen'an, are actually afraid of women."
Ye Mingluo clapped his hands and stood up. Just as he was about to go inside, he noticed the potted plants lined up in the corner.
He was stunned.
"This..."
