However, Ye Wenming now announced that she did not even have the chance to gamble!
"Ye Wenming, must you take Lil Yan away from me?" Zhuo Qianyun looked up and stared intently at him.
He looked somewhat flustered at her gaze!
'Why am I flustered? It's only natural for me to take back my son's custody!'
"Yes, Zhuo Qianyun. I won't let Lil Yan stay with you. He'll only suffer if he’s with you. What can you give him? Do you think setting up a food stall and feeding him is enough?" Ye Wenming snapped.
However, Zhuo Qianyun nodded unnaturally. "Okay, I see."
Unusually calm, she took a step back and looked down at her hands that were still in his grip. "Mr. Ye, can you let go? I'm not going to try and poke myself blind again. After all, it wouldn't do me any good if I were blind, would it?"
Ye Wenming's face darkened, and he loosened his grip. Only then did he find that his palms and back were covered with cold sweat.
The woman had forced him into a cold sweat again, just like the time she stabbed herself in the stomach.
Zhuo Qianyun retreated one step, two steps... until they were several steps away from each other.
"Well, sorry for bothering you today," she murmured the words softly and turned toward the door.
The thin figure looked as if she would fall once the wind blew. Ye Wenming's eyes could not help darkening. 'When did she become so thin?'
Even... when he held her wrist earlier, it was evident that she was thinner than when he had last held her hand!
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