She gritted her teeth, her mind churning. She couldn't throw a fit with him now. The more she fussed, the more his heart would lean towards that bitch Jian Yanyan.
With this thought, Jiang Meilin swayed her slender waist and walked towards the car, opened the front passenger door and sat inside. Seeing Shen Mingfeng smoking one cigarette after another, she snatched the cigarette from his hand and casually threw it out the window, saying in a coquettish voice, "Mingfeng, don't feel bad. I know I was wrong. What I said earlier was not right, but you can't deny that what I said was true, can you?"
