"If Ruoru comes back, I don't want to see you again!","I'm going to give Ruoruo a perfect wedding, so you have to leave!" Ye Beichen leaned against the sofa, languid and cold. Wu Jin was as cold as stone sculpture, his face again indifferent.,"I'm Han Qiao, not Han Ru!" Han Qiao had a hysterical outburst for the first time, trembling with anger.。