Kang Li tapped Zhou Yaqing's pig-faced cheek, her clear eyes glinting with chill: "You know what? What you call love isn't love at all, it's self-delusion."
And let's be honest, your behavior isn't the least bit dignified. Put simply, you're the third wheel—knowing full well you're the third, and still wanting to be one. But you seem to have forgotten something: In my husband's eyes, you're nothing. Don't believe me? I'll help you ask him?"
"Bitch! Let go of my hair!"
Zhou Yaqing didn't dare move at all, terrified the hair Kang Li held would rip her scalp. She glared at Kang Li, almost bursting with hatred, wishing she could crush Kang Li's bones to ashes!
Luo Yanqing walked to Kang Li's side now. He bent down, his slender jade-like hand reaching out to help his girl up. Then, towering over Zhou Yaqing, he looked at her with indifference and coldness, saying, "You disgust me. Compared to my wife, you're not even worthy of carrying her shoes!"
