Bao Ye stopped in his tracks and turned his head, seeing Su Wan.
She was wearing a bright red strapless dress, dazzling to the eyes.
Her makeup was exquisite and very alluring.
The man's brow imperceptibly furrowed, he put his phone in his pocket, and his tone was indifferent: "What's the matter?"
Su Wan walked over: "Long time no see, how have you been lately?"
"I couldn't reach you by phone. Godmother said you had a falling out with her. Is it because of Jiang Ruan?"
She appeared particularly concerned, with a gentle demeanor.
But in Bao Ye's eyes, his gaze only grew colder.
"What does it have to do with you."
"Mind your own business if it doesn't concern you."
The man's tone was as cold as ever.
Completely indifferent to persuasion.
"But after all, she is my godmother, Bao Ye, you know the deep relationship I have with her." Su Wan said bitterly: "Seeing the strained relationship between you and your mother, I feel terrible too."
Bao Ye: "Save it."
