Ye’s mother looked at the woman in front of her deeply, the Ye family and the Zhuo family. The unsolvable bad debt, but now she can’t tell who is right and who is wrong.

But if the woman in front of me can really divorce as simply as she said in three months, then... it will be just another three months.

"I hope you can do what you say." Ye's mother said this last.

Zhuo Qianyun's eyes slightly darkened. In fact, she hoped that she could sign the divorce agreement in three months.

Yes, in the other party's eyes, she was just a woman who kept her son hurt.

"I will." Zhuo Qianyun said.

But just as she turned around, she saw Ye Wenming standing at the entrance of the living room at some point. I don’t know how much Ye Wenming listened to what she and Ye’s mother said just now.

"Mom, I said, don't interfere with the matter between me and her!" Ye Wenming said coldly, then walked to Zhuo Qianyun, pulled Zhuo Qianyun's wrist directly, and wanted to take her away.

After only a few steps, he felt Zhuo Qianyun staggering, and the person was about to fall.

He frowned, and then he realized that something seemed to be right on her feet.

"What's wrong with your feet?" he asked.

"I slid down a few steps from the stairs and twisted my ankle." Zhuo Qianyun said.

Ye Wenming frowned, suddenly squatted down, and directly lifted Zhuo Qianyun's trousers and looked at her ankles. As expected, it was already red and swollen.

"Sorry, I'll walk a little slower..." Before she could finish her speech, he suddenly hugged her horizontally.

Zhuo Qianyun leaned against Ye Wenming's chest almost blankly, feeling a little unbelievable that he would pick her up like this.

However, before Ye Wenming could react, he had already strode with her and walked towards the door of the mansion.

Ye’s mother stared at the scene in front of her, and until the figures of the two men had left their sight, she murmured, “It’s really a grievance. What will happen in three months?”

By then, will the son really be willing to divorce Zhuo Qianyun? Ye’s mother is no longer sure now.

Zhuo Qianyun finally came to her senses until Ye Wenming was carried into the car, "It doesn't matter if your injury is not important. You just hugged me like this. Is there anything wrong with the wound? Will it crack?"

She said, reaching her hand towards his clothes, as if she wanted to strip his clothes open, and carefully checking how his wounds had been in the surgery.

But before she could touch the buttons of his clothes, her hands were already locked by his hands.

"What are you going to do?" A cold voice rang in the carriage.
Chapter completed!