"Lin'er, don't worry, Brother Liang will definitely not mistreat you. I have other things to attend to, so I won't be able to accompany you any longer." Liang Wen fiercely pinched An Lin's waist, then burst into laughter before turning away.
Shu Ning shook his head and sighed. A look of helplessness colored his beautiful, alluring face.
"Hmph!" An Lin snorted coldly, her chin held high in arrogance. Her gaze towards Mu Ruyue was filled with malevolence. "You wretched girl, you should take a good look at yourself in the mirror. With your status, you don't even qualify to carry Brother Liang's shoes! Yet you dare to fantasize about seducing him. Let me tell you, he is my man. You are not worthy of him. In this world, only I am suited for him, and you…"
An Lin scrutinized Mu Ruyue from head to toe, her eyes brimming with scorn: "Only a beggar would be your ultimate match!"
